...my sweet little boy learned the word snuggle. And now he is 100% impossible to resist! Since Sweets is such an early riser I've gotten into the habit of bringing him into our bed on weekend mornings. It usually buys us another half hour or so before we have to drag our tired butts out of bed. Mind you, nobody's sleeping in our bed after Sweets joins us. There's alot of babbling, face-touching, and lovie-throwing going on, but at least I'm not actually up and about in the pitch dark on a Saturday morning. I greet him in his crib on these mornings by saying "do you want to come snuggle with mommy and daddy?" This morning I lifted him out of his crib all warm and smelling like last night's bath and he said in his tiny voice "snuggle?" and I about melted into a puddle on the floor. So we snuggled awake in his rocking chair and every time I asked him if he wanted some milk, or a diaper, or to see DaDa he said "no...snuggle." I would've given just about anything to stay there with him all day.
Tonight as we were finishing up his bedtime routine, he requested snuggles again, and within minutes he was a heavy, warm, sleeping bundle in my arms. And I just rocked with him and smelled his sweet baby lotion smell and listened to him breathing and wished for all the world that time would slow down and give me a million more of these moments.