{"id":225,"date":"2010-02-14T21:36:22","date_gmt":"2010-02-15T05:36:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/?p=225"},"modified":"2010-02-14T21:36:22","modified_gmt":"2010-02-15T05:36:22","slug":"right-on-target","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/2010\/02\/14\/right-on-target\/","title":{"rendered":"Right on Target"},"content":{"rendered":"
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On Daddy's Watch<\/p><\/div>\n

There are so many places I can go with this picture. I could tell you about the time I picked Josie up from preschool and her mouth was encased with green ink. When I asked about it the teacher said, oh yes, Josie ate a green marker today. Then she was up half the night with a stomach ache. The next time we went\u00a0to school\u00a0I said something like: look, I know how fast she can be, they know us personally over at poison control, but seriously, can you try to keep her from eating art supplies? Thanks.<\/p>\n

But I\u2019m not going to tell that story (oops).<\/p>\n

Instead, I\u2019m going to tell you how much I love to kiss those cheeks. I have a friend who feels the same way about the temple. Not me, I\u2019m all about\u00a0cheeks. It\u2019s been that way from the beginning. When I sat down in that\u00a0hospital chair and the nurse handed four-day-old Josie to me, the little IV trailing from her arm, the orange bow stuck to her head with a dab of syrup. I leaned over and kissed her far cheek and told her how we\u2019d been looking for her everywhere and how sorry I was it had taken four days\u00a0to find her.<\/p>\n

Ever since then my lips have been practically stuck to her cheek. It\u2019s like a tic. I can\u2019t control it. When she was a baby, I had free reign, she was captive.<\/p>\n

Recently she\u2019s learned to say, \u201cNo tiss (kiss) Mommy! No tiss!\u201d And I\u00a0try to respect her boundaries. I\u2019ve been trying to exercise a little self control.<\/p>\n

But then this! She painted a target right on my favorite kissing spot, just so neither one of us will ever forget where my lips belong.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There are so many places I can go with this picture. I could tell you about the time I picked Josie up from preschool and her mouth was encased with green ink. When I asked about it the teacher said, oh yes, Josie ate a green marker today. Then she was up half the night […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-225","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-adoption","category-mom"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/225","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=225"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/225\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":239,"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/225\/revisions\/239"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=225"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=225"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=225"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}