When Harry was born, literally the day he was born, he was absolutely loving being held and cuddled and would cry as soon as you put him down in his hospital crib. We went through some weeks of him only sleeping if he was lying on someone and he's always been very cuddly as he's grown up.
Last night he woke up at 1am demanding milk and we discovered, horror of horrors, that we'd run out. I brought him into bed with me while G went to fetch some from the 7/11.
Dylan used to love coming into bed with us, he'd happily lie in the middle and fall asleep. Harry never has really... but last night I put him down in the middle and he immediately scooted over towards me and got as close as he physically could, snuggling up to me as if his life depended on it. He lay there really happily and began to doze off cuddling his 'baby' and his 'pal' (2 favourite teddies).... it was so sweet it really reminded me of when he was a tiny baby.
Posted by katie at November 12, 2006 12:14 PM