I don't have a snuggly baby.
Well, sometimes I do. But only sometimes, and only on her little terms.
I don't have the sort of baby who can be passed around from relative to relative; who will lie still and blissful in their arms, gazing up at them serenely.
I have the sort of baby who will go to said relative, stare up at them like "Who the fish finger are you?", lie there for a bit, out of obligation, and then begin to WIGGLE!
Yes, I have a wiggly baby. One who is exceedingly happy to play by her little self on her playmat, rolling and kicking and wriggling and jiggling. She is, and always has been, super dooper active.
Tiger will stop the wiggly obsession only for a story and then only if it's a fantastically exciting one. Anything "sweet" or "soothing" is deemed BORING, so Hunwick's Egg and Koala Lou are out for now, but she adores Hairy MacLary, Belinda and Diary of a Wombat.
But, once the story is over, there is rarely any time for cuddles before the wiggly obsession kicks back in. Then it's back down on the playmat, where much glee and jubilation ensues.
The Will to Wiggle makes certain things - like feeding, for example - rather difficult, and it can be hard explaining to friends and family that Tiger's squirming doesn't mean she doesn't like you. It just means she's a Wiggle Addict.
But I wouldn't have her any other way. Our snuggles may not be frequent but, when they do occur, they're delicious and I know she's doing it because she wants to, not under duress.
It's just another way Tiger is unique. And lovely.
~ Love, Miss Cackle
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