wanna cuddle?

We're going through a phase right now.
A phase...what kind of phase, you ask?
It could possibly be classified as an epidemic? A contagious disease? Whatever it is, it's hit the Waelty house hard. And it's called cuddling.
Chronic cuddling.

I'm not a fan of touching. Kinda love my personal space. But I do make an exception for my kids (and sometimes my husband). Reciprocal affection is one of those basic needs of childhood, right?

Charlie has always used "cuddling" as a comfort in big situations. You know, like when he goes into shy mode, he asks to "cuddle." But I don't know if I have any cuddle left, folks. I'm all cuddled out.

We cuddle when he wakes up in the morning. We cuddle when he poops. We cuddle when Mack gets hurt. We cuddle when he gets reprimanded.
...before I drop him off for school.
...after nap.
...when Dad gets home from work.
...when someone looks at him. We cuddle.

I do know why we've had a sudden influx of cuddling and it's because of situations like this morning.
Charlie was straddling Mack. All while smothering him with his blankie, giving him chicken pecks, and telling him to say "monkey's uncle" (our safe phrase). I sternly asked Charlie to stop (cause, duh) and picked up Mack to remove him from the carnage. If you repeat this scenario 346 times/day, it makes Charlie feel picked on and if you were being picked on, you'd feel the need to cuddle too, right?

I do love the post wake up cuddles. I do love that he'll be my momma's boy. And I'm not necessarily complaining because "Enjoy every minute. They grow up so fast."

I just want to cuddle a little less than all day, everyday, okay.