Precious Moments

Ever try to cuddle with an 18 month old?  The one that lives in my house is pretty stingy with his cuddles.  Ten seconds here and there is about all I can get.  Tonight he did something inexplicable.  He hauled his thirty pound frame up onto the vintage green couch and nuzzled up next to me while I held a phone conversation with a friend.  He sat there for at least 45 minutes - as close to me as he could get.  No toys.  No TV.  Just cuddle time.  Once in a while he pretended he was talking on the phone too.  

Then when I said goodbye to my friend he crawled over my lap and sat on the other side of me jabbering about the Christmas tree.  Again, he sat as close as he could get, his hand resting on my arm.  So we sang "Here's a ball for baby" and "Pat a Cake" and several versions of "Jingle Bells" ala Elmo's World.  Then we worked on the alphabet song (he likes the lmnop and w portions the best, but always chimes in on the "Now I know" part too) and counting.

It was precious, and I find myself more attached to him after such a great bonding moment.  When Andy got home he reminded Donny to do that lots since the days of Mama-Donny time will soon be over.  I vowed that we would still make time for us even with younger sibling vying for attention.  These moments are the ones that make me so glad to be alive - and not at all anxious for time to pass.