Other than when he was a brand new baby, I can count the number of times he has fallen asleep on me on one hand. Two--maybe three times.
Once he could hold his head up well enough to look around, he was too busy to be falling asleep--or even cuddling, for that matter--on Mommy. He has not been a snuggly baby in the least. Just busy, energetic, enthusiastic, happy (except for those few, choice colic-y months) and, well, destructive. :-)

As he is getting older, he is becoming more and more affectionate; though still preferring enthusiastic patting of people on their bottoms over kisses (hey--it's where he can reach when people are standing up). And he does like to give hugs if it involves running to the person and hugging/getting hugged really hard.

I must disclose here, that there is a line of "enthusiastic patters" and "hard huggers" that I descend through--it is called "being a Herd." Or maybe that should that read, "being 'Herd'," because those of us in this family line also tend to laugh loudly and can be extremely exuberant in our interactions with people.

Many of you will know exactly what I am talking about, others of you won't, other than remembering that you have been either hugged hard, or patted to death, by me. Or both. Can't keep my hands off people, apparently...

Anyway, he comes by his "signs of affection" honestly.

I'm hoping he begins to enjoy giving kisses--he certainly gets enough of them, but he is very judicious in handing them out. Maybe this is so the receiver appreciates them to the fullest. I know I do when I get one.

I guess I digress. Today he woke up from his nap angry. I sat down with him and started (what else?) patting him. Two amazing things happened: 1) he snuggled. 2) HE FELL ASLEEP. I was shocked. I had Goose grab the camera and document the whole thing, because it may not happen again.

I did my best not to move, and relished every second of the half hour he slept on me. One of those "Mommy Moments" I will remember forever.