Our favorite time of the day.

As much as I love the first few minutes when I get Hardin out of bed, I think we'd both agree our favorite time of the day is after his bath right before his bedtime bottle.  He loves it because he gets to run around in his diaper only, his toys are also all over the place because I don't pick up until he goes down, and has mine and Jason's undivided attention.  No point in struggling to get jammas on twice, we put on them on with his night time diaper right before bed.  

I love it because he's just so lovie and silly in his sleepy but not yet grumpy phase.  Our new game started a few days ago when he got startled and yelped a little bit.  I quickly hugged him and yelped myself and then held out my arms for him to hug me.  Well, he thought this was about the funniest thing he has ever seen.  We carried on for a good ten minutes and he wants to do it every night.

H comes from a long line of good huggers, and is following in suit quite nicely.  His hugs are so sweet, he scratches your shoulders (I think this is his idea of a pat), and does the running man to nuzzle up on you as high as he possibly can. 

Then he laughs, and repeats.  I laugh, then I tear up a little, then repeat.  I'm telling you, there is no better feeling in the world than that sweet little boy giving you a full body hug.