Just that really, I took my 8 month old swimming today, after a two month break. Turns out the pool has become quite frightening to her in that time. Instead of crying or screaming, she wrapped her arms and legs around me, like a little koala, and buried her head in my chest. After a 10 minute cuddle she was ready to splash away.
And I was hit with such a distinct wave of, "Oh my god she loves me!"
Of course I never thought she didn't, but I have definitely thought,
"Wow she loves milk."
"She loves silly faces."
"Yep, she loves ewan the sheep."
This was the first time I thought, she loves ME
Hope you don't mind me sharing, I'd love to hear your happy baby stories. I'm off for a cuddle. 