Last night Atti and I were home alone together while Bear was off with the teenage boys at youth group. He’s started doing the most WONDERFUL thing where he’ll get tired of playing with his toys, crawl his way over to the couch, scratch at our legs and ask, “snuggle?”
Sometimes this is really code for wanting to be tickled until he hiccups, but last night when he asked for a snuggle, he meant a snuggle. We spent two delicious hours on the couch watching sappy old movies while we laid down together and I played with his hair. Heaven.
He popped his head up and looked me in the eye, pressed his sweet chubby hand to my cheek and gave me a kiss. Then he took both hands and mussed my hair up like I always do to him, in the process jabbing me right in the eye with one of those sharp baby fingernails.
He managed to scratch my sclera, so now I’m typing this one-eyed and wearing a patch to allow the eye to heal while tears are streaming down my face. After I hit submit I am officially banned from the computer until Monday to allow my eye to heal.
Which means a whole lot more Atti snuggle time. I think he might have planned it this way.