No kisses for my sweet baby

Last year around this time my lips became infected. They became swollen (think Angelina Jolie) and purple.

Although I guess that's a look that some people desire, they were really painful. And then they started cracking.

We figured that stress from a health scare had caused the swelling.

Now they are doing it again! And I don't think I'm stressed. But they are puffy and reddish purple and I can't talk very well.

So Little Elvis is putting up with lots of silence on my part and he's not getting his usual kisses. I don't know if he misses these, but I certainly do.

Each day I sing silly little songs to my sweet little guy and I kiss his chubby cheeks, soft wisps of hair, sweet hands, little feet and round little tummy. These are the highlights of my days.

I miss them. Hopefully this mess will clear up soon.