My sweet snuggle-bugging boy is 11-months-old today
He tickle-tickles the babies in his books
(and I catch him whispering “tickle tickle” under his breath at least five times a day… I think he is practicing the melding of consonants into sound. A linguistical boy after my own heart)
He calls “Ka! Ka-aa!” for Sky when she goes outside (she hasn’t learned her new name yet)
Before I put him down for his morning nap today, he snuggled me with his head on my chest, exactly how he lived for nearly 4 months, nearly every minute of every day
He crawls to me and he headbutts my shins. He tugs on the hem of my pant legs, silently asking for my arms to hold him… and I do. And I melt.
Linking up with her today.