Lovely and I have this little game. I sit on the couch, sitting towards the front edge. She climbs onto the couch and scrambles into the space behind me. With crazed excitement, she pats on my back with both hands begging, "Squish!" I comply by leaning back, squishing her between me and the couch and wiggling to give her a little jostle. She squeals and giggles, I release her and within seconds, she begs again.
The best is when she ends up sitting right behind me, with her arms wrapped tight around my middle, giggling so hard. It's the closest I get to a hug from her. She saves her hugs for Daddy, wrapping her chubby little arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder, sometimes even patting him on the back. But she won't hug me. We cuddle and she loves to sit on my lap, she will even kiss me when she's feeling particularly affectionate, but only Daddy gets her hugs.
So instead, we squish.
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