It goes very quickly from a sweet nuzzle to a flying elbow in the jaw. The baby cuddles are a very rare and special treat in this house. Everyone is too damn busy to lay around cuddling. I will catch Birdie & Hazel (3-year-old twins) holding hands or kissing each other occasionally. They get shy in public sometimes and will stick together. I love it that they seek comfort in one another. If big sister Mia (6 years old) is around she will drape her arms over each little sister. Oh and if biggest sister Bella (16-year-old) is around they follow her like she is the Pied Piper of Hamelin. And don’t you dare try to leave my house without giving Hazel a hug and kiss before you leave. She throws a full on tantrum if you forget. Kid likes her kisses. My favorite type of cuddles are the baby cuddles. My 11 month old twin boys are quickly leaving the baby phase. Rocky is running. Walking is for punks according to him. His twin brother Lukey is very content on crawling for the time being. That being said they are on the move and cuddling less and less these days. For those of you who know me you may be surprised at all this gushy cuddly care bear hug crap. I know, I know, Not very punk rock of me. My kids have warmed my black cold heart and made me a rainbow riding butterfly catching sushine farting freak. Yep. it’s true.