Wriggly wiggly wormy

My little Cuddle Bug has turned into a Wiggle Worm. When I try to force it, he stiffens up his entire body and slides right out of my grasp. There's no time in his '' busy '' schedule for cuddling, and he's always busy looking out for feeds and charging at the bottle when he senses that it's near.

He does make two exceptions though (and only two) :

1. Feeding time : he becomes the most affectionate and content little boy on earth. Time pauses as he looks into my eyes, smiles up at me with the corners of his mouth, and snuggles up to me so sweetly. And in no time he is struggling to be freed once again, with milk pouring, dribbling, leaking out from the corners of his mouth to his neck to the bib and finally wetting the collar of his vests.

2. Naptime and Bedtime : He curls into me, resting his head on my shoulder and blowing his sweet baby breath on my neck. The weight of his head, his sweat, his drool making everything so real -- while at the same time his soft breathing and relaxed muscles are like the dream-version of a little baby Care Bear lying ever so peacefully on my shoulder.

I linger during those times when he falls asleep in my arms. I can hold him for as long as I want when he is sleeping, so I take advantage of that and I don't put him down right away. I pull him close, breathe in his scent, steal a few kisses, stare at his face - trying to memorize exactly how it looks today because tomorrow it will be different.

I am painfully aware that the two chances I still get to cuddle with my son will one day be gone too. That day is approaching too quickly, I'm afraid. I better enjoy this while it lasts.