Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Cuddles for daddy

Oliver doesn't much like giving me cuddles. He loves me holding him and carrying him around but he tends to have an ulterior motive betrayed by him pointing me towards the real object of his interest as soon as I pick him up. Already I'm a taxi service!

The closest I get to proper hugs is when he has his bedtime milk. He puts his arms around my neck and lies with his head on my shoulder. Last night he did this as usual. As he slumped on my shoulder I patted and rubbed his back and said "aaahhhhhhh". But instead of just lying there as usual, I felt him pat and rub my back in return and even made a sort of "aaahhhh" sound of his own.

I've seen him pat and cuddle other children before but this is the first time he has done it to me. Call me a soppy old thing, but as I put him to bed I had a grin a mile wide.


Reservoir Mog said...

OOOPS! just realised i've missed Oliver's birthday :(

Oliver mate, it was nothing personal. Expect Daddy was too busy playing with your toys (and fighting with estate agents) to add anything to the blog! Hope you had a good 'un and many more to come, Mad Aunty Donna

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