My favorite place to kiss him was the soft skin under his neck. I would bend my head down and sneak my lips into the small space between his chin and his chest. I would push my kiss into his smooth skin. He would laugh or smile when I pulled away.
He still lets me kiss him there, but I have to be sneakier than I used to. The skin is still soft, but the baby smell is gone.
His favorite place to sit was curled on my chest, his head tucked in my neck. Once his whole body stretched the length of my torso, the hair on the top of his head tickling me. He would round his back and snuggle into me.
He still lies on my chest, but now his bum rests on my lap and his legs wrap around my waist. He curls his back until it is rounded like a crescent moon and he lays his head on the edge of my shoulder.