One of the goofy games we play in our house is a tickle tackle. Maeve tackles Daddy or I, then we proceed to remove her elbow from our eyeball and give her a serious tickling. It is nothing if not painful and hilarious.
I used to worry about tickling her, that maybe we would upset her if we did it too much, but I will be told in no uncertain terms what to do, whether I am tickling too much or too little. So I just listen to her, and that seems to work out fine.
The thing I like best about the tickle tackle is that it often results with her face pressed up next to mine, which for any mother is going to become a smooch attack. So there are smooches and tickles and it's generally pretty awesome, except if she leans across my throat or knees me in the stomach. But these are a very small price to pay for being squashed by my favorite person.
There is also a terrible, affectionate beast that shows up when she's being unbuckled in the car, called the Smoochy Monster. It's a very aggressive monster that immediately smooches her face all over while simultaneously unbuckling her from the carseat. Sometimes you just gotta let out that inner beast.
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| Although all those tickle tackles can really wear a person out by the end of the day. |
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