Snuggle Time

I do enjoy a good snuggle with my big boys.

Tanner is a boy on the go from 5:45 am until 5:45 pm.  He starts with early morning seminary, then basketball from 7:45-8:30, then morning lift for an hour, then regular classes, then afternoon workout from 4:30-5:45.

He then wants to come home and do mostly nothing, which I get.  He rarely has homework and will play about 45 minutes of XBox.  Then he just hangs out on the couch and reaches his arms out to me every time I walk by and says, "snuggle?"

I like to snuggle with him.  I want to snuggle with him.  I just don't want to snuggle with him all evening!!!  

I need to finish making dinner.  I want to do interactive things with him like going on a walk or playing a game.  I want to  pick up around the house, interact with Bri, Aubrey and Parker, blog etc....

If I walk by where he is sitting though, he will hold out his arms and say, "snuggle?"  (Sometimes I tease him and let him see I am taking the long way to the kitchen rather than walk right past were he is sitting.  It's safer!)

Honestly, I think more than all of that snuggling, a lot of it has to do with him seeing my forward motion and wanting to halt it.

Also, it works...so he feels the power!

I often stop whatever I'm doing and snuggle for 5-25 minutes.  I then try to untangle myself and move on with the night until an hour later when I stop again...to snuggle once again.

Sometimes, on days when he is giving me no attention whatsoever, I will purposely walk by him acting super busy.  My ploy usually works too!  He will set down his phone and instantly reach out his arms for me to join him on the couch.  He thinks he made me stop...and then we snuggle.

Last night I was heading to bed early, about 9:30.  Tanner acted perky and said, "do you want to play a game?"  Hmmm.  New strategy on his part to derail me?  Did he really want to play?   I paused and said "sure."

We chose Rummikub.   I got comfortable on the floor while he grabbed the game from the other room.  Then he came within about 8 feet of were I was sitting, and with a gleam in his eyes said, "Nah, I don't really want to play."   He then did an abrupt turn around and headed back to the other room.

Turkey boy.

He did come back in and put his arm around my shoulder and walk me to my room.  I jabbed  him in the ribs and gave him a bad time for not really wanting to play the game in the first place.  We then snuggled in bed and visited about nothing for 10 minutes.

He may have the power, but I definitely consider the whole daily scenario a win-win with my boy.  (Shhhh, don't tell him.)