Chubbs has a thing for sticking his hands in my armpits. I’m not really sure what this is about. No matter how many times I remove his hands, or how hard I squeeze my arms to my torso, he always manages to worm his chubby little fingers into my armpit. And proceeds to scratch or pinch me. I’m not really sure which is worse: to have sharp, little baby nails digging into my skin, or to have a small portion of my skin rolled between his surprisingly strong thumb and forefinger. At least he has a good pincer grasp.
It seems to mostly be restricted to times when he wants to be comforted, like when we are nursing, when he is trying to fall asleep, or when he is nursing while asleep in the middle of the night. This last one is particularly annoying, as you might imagine. It’s fairly hard to sleep while you have a little fist opening and closing in your armpit.
Which begs the question, what is it about his hands in my armpits that is comforting? My deodorant is “energizing citrus and lemongrass,” which doesn’t seem exceptionally comforting. And I’m pretty sure he’s never heard of Mary Katherine Gallagher.
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