Tuana is my snuggler. At music class she was crawling over to the different parents and throwing herself in their lap - burrowing her head and laying down comfortably.
When I nap with her, she lays next to me. She asks for milk, and sometimes gets up - not ready to sleep. She crawls around the bed and comes back to me, throwing her heavy head on my belly, or laying by me, tossing and turning some. Looking at me and smiling.
Her latest check in is while we are at the dinner table or sitting on the couch, she’ll come over to me and lift up my shirt so she can rest her cheek on my belly, skin to skin. She doesn’t even need me to pick her up. She’s okay with standing next to me, her cheek resting there.
Even in the night times, half of the time, all I have to do is read my hand through the crib and she’ll dive down to her belly, making sure to sleep right on my hand. It is enough for her.
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