Happy baby. Happy mama.

This is a picture of me and my littlest munchkin. She was enjoying an organic vanilla teething cookie. I was enjoying the rare moments of cuddle time. She's a girl on the move these days! Walking, running, climbing & wanting to do it all herself. She's never been a super cuddly baby, at least not with me. She's too busy checking out what her sisters are doing, getting into spaces and things she's not supposed to, learning new things and eating, eating, eating! But lately she's been a bit more cuddly, a bit more eager for a hug or to be held. Maybe because she is recently weaned, or maybe it is the whole separation anxiety stage that little ones start to go through at this age. Whatever the reason, it doesn't really matter. I'll take it! She is my last baby. I'll hold her anytime she wants to be held, and I will ignore those who whisper that I am spoiling her. I'll hold her even when she seems too heavy to carry. I'll hold her even when it's not convenient and I'm in the middle of some other task.

All too soon she will truly be too big to carry. She'll be "too old" for wanting cuddle time with mama. She will be running off with friends to giggle about boys instead of crawling up into my lap to giggle about nothing. So for today I am relishing all the cuddles and the giggles and the fact that she still fits in my lap. Today she's a happy baby and I am her happy mama.