Took a while to snuggle my kid and think about how little he still is, even compared to how little he was when I got him. From the baby store. You know.
I don’t want to ever be able to say that I wish I had spent more time snuggling him. I mean, I snuggle him sort of constantly, but I’m talking deliberate snuggling, as opposed to circumstantial snuggling. It’s hard, because he’s very wriggly. He wants to be held, but he wants to be doing stuff while he’s being held. Unless he’s sleeping, in which case he wants me to not be doing stuff, including putting him down so I can use both my hands in tandem for a purpose other than baby wrangling.
He’s always all smiles when he wakes up in the morning, and sometimes I open my eyes to find him staring at my face. When he sees that I’m awake his face breaks into a huge grin, like I’m the best present he’s ever gotten. Of course, other times he’ll prompt my waking by pulling my hair or smacking me in the arm, but the grin’s still there, and every time it just turns me to goo.
No matter what else is going on, I love being his mom.
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