Thing 3 is a seriously happy thing. He craves faces and when he can get a smile, he belly laughs and spazes out. His legs kick like CRAZY. When he is super happy, he spits up. While smiling. Or he jams his hand in his mouth and gnaws on it like it's the last cookie on earth. He gets so happy he THROWS UP. Or tries to EAT HIMSELF. This kid is so hard core.
When I started dating the husband and we both had those first terrifying butterflies, we were a mess. The husband actually did throw up, and I just walked around like a jittery idiot. You really can be so happy you get sick.
Some mornings (like today) I feel crazy and so excited for the kids to wake up I can't stand it. Indeed, I love them so much I want to puke. That is LOVE. Some day when my children tell me they think they've found The One, I will ask them - do they make you want to throw up?
Don't marry someone who doesn't make you nauseous.