Near and Faaaaaar

A three weeks ago we went down to A's home town to visit with his son M. A spent lots of time repairing and installing things at his mother's house while I wiped up drool, spit up and baby poo. Oh yeah, high times are here again!! M and I bonded. It was good.
We humans do the funniest things at our different levels of development along this journey of life. And we are fascinated by the strangest of things as well. M's fascination? My belly. As he sat in my lap he would faceplant into my belt buckle (which says love on it) and then sit up again. Repeat. Same when I was wearing the pyjama pants with the tie. Faceplant. sit up. faceplant. sit up. repeat ad nauseum. As he did this, A and I would say Near......Far......Near.....Far. He could have done that for hours if it wasn't for his need to be changed or fed. I took some photos of him the best of which he's wearing a blue onesie coated in spit up and with a look on his face that matches his father's when he's had a little too much to drink....Ah genetics, isn't it wonderful?