I love it when I put Dawson on my shoulder to burp him and he snuggles into the space between my shoulder and my neck. I love hearing his tiny squeeks when he's that close.
I love it when the corners of his lips curl up (probably from gas) giving him a Joker-like smile.
I love it when he's so happy, he coos over and over.
I love seeing his eyes light up when he catches sight of his life-saving bottle.
I love it when people tell us what a beautiful baby we have (which is all the time).
I love it when he instanlty falls alseep after a middle of the night burp.
I love watching him give Mommy kisses.
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