Andrew is not a snuggly, sit-still kind of baby. He is constantly on the go. Throwing toys, emptying drawers and cabinets, hitting his siblings, climbing on the table...you get the idea. He tends to only come to me for his basic needs to be met. To be nursed, or held if he's upset. Otherwise he wants to be down playing and exploring.
Now, when I whisper in my other kids' ears, it just tickles them and makes them screech. But Andrew quite literally melted into me. I picked him up, he put his head on my shoulder, and listened as I whispered sweet nothings (or nonsense) into his ear. When I tried to stop, he grabbed my face and pushed it back to his ear.