It started last Monday: I put Baby Chickadee down for a nap without the usual hour-long precursor of her kicking me as I tried to snuggle her. Ever since then we’ve had a nice little routine. But then last night she twisted her body and PUSHED AWAY from me to get into her crib. That baby wouldn’t even let me rock her.
Um, that wasn’t exactly the plan. So this morning I squeezed her tight as she tried to squirm away, but darn it, she is a baby and I’m going to get some snuggle time, even if it only lasts one verse of “Jesus Loves Me.”