I believe the Smith Family Snuggle Gene is making it's way out in Noah. You see, my side of the family is what I would call Cuddle Averse. We aren't big huggers or kissers. That's not to say we don't express our affection for one another, it's just not in the most physical of ways. When I met Tim, he turned me into a Hugger. Tim's got the Snuggle Gene going in full force and it's pretty difficult to stay Cuddle Averse in the face of a Hugger. And now Noah has fallen prey. He wasn't a snuggly infant. He much preferred to be lolling about on his own rather than curled up on my chest. So this change in demeanor was a bit unexpected but totally fantastic. Is it strange that I have been looking forward to these moments, sitting curled up on the couch with my baby (excuse me, toddler), our feet tucked into a blanket, and watching whatever happens to be the latest and greatest on Noggin? I'm loving it now because I know these days don't last forever.