"Tickle Mommy"

Emma loves to be tickled.  Gentle and light.  The relaxing kind of tickle. She asks for it.  And tells you exactly what body part she wants: legs, back, tummy.... I have never been able to say no.  She pulls up her shirt in the middle of Starbucks, story time, church, the firehouse, you name it.  The clothing held up is how I decipher that she is saying "tickle Mommy" and not "tinkle Mommy".  Sweet baby.

Tickles in Mommy's bed.

Mommy stealing a kiss.

Our PDA at the fire station.