My baby doesn't cuddle.

When I was pregnant with Harrison and preparing for his arrival, I imagined the hours we'd spend snuggled up together in the glider, the late-morning cuddles in Mom & Dad's bed. My sweet boy loving on me for years to come, but especially when he was just a wee bairn.

Nope.

This kid doesn't cuddle, doesn't snuggle, doesn't stop moving period. He's like a Tasmanian devil from the minute his eyes open to the second he passes out. Oh yeah, and he is constantly moving in his sleep as well. Every time we check the baby monitor, he's in a different position.

David and I always resented our cats a bit because they were never snuggly. "It's okay," we'd say, "once the baby is here, we'll have all the snuggles we could ever want!"

Now I'm starting to wonder if it's us. Maybe we repel snuggles. Maybe we stink. Or maybe we just have what's known as a "spirited child" and we should get over ourselves.

Seriously, it's almost impossible to get a picture of the kid without at least one blurry limb.

Example: Our attempt at a decent Easter pic.

And what it took to get there:

But having a non-snuggler isn't all bad. He's adventurous and fearless; he loves to swing and explore new things. He shows his love in other ways — he gives us big, sloppy, open-mouth kisses constantly — and he's learning how to be gentle with us and the cats. 

 

So, I guess what I'm saying is that I'll keep my anti-cuddle for now. It makes those few and far between times when he does snuggle up that much more special.