(There's no really good way to type that sentence that doesn't sound creepy. I'm not some kind of serial groper; I just like physical contact.)
The Boy takes after me, in terms of affection. Little Bear trends towards his mother. The Baby hasn't come to a conclusion yet, although I think he's trending more towards me than her in that regards. Tough to tell, so far, because he's still a baby. Babies are all over their mothers, regardless.
I've watched The Boy quite intently over a couple of years, and I see that the thumb-sucking thing is working its way out. I can't remember the last time I've seen it at school, and he doesn't do it when he's playing games or with his brothers. Pretty much, the only time he's sucking his thumb is when he's relaxing and snuggling while watching television or settling in to sleep.
When he snuggles for comfort, he'll tell me, "I want some belly!" He still loves touching his parents' and grandma's stomach while he relaxes. The skin-to-skin contact is very reassuring to him. Frequently, when he stirs from sleep, he'll reach over to me or to Mum and touch our skin to relax himself.
Isn't it funny, how things work out? If you had told me six years ago that getting groped by my 5-year old son would be relaxing and reassuring to ME, then I would have told you that you were crazy. No way would I put up with that, much less having him sleep in our bed.... and yet, here he is, in my bed most nights. It's very cute.
The Wife, on the other hand, doesn't so much like it. She would prefer - all things being equal - to have a night or two where nobody is actively touching her or trying to nurse. She'd love a night or two where she could sleep undisturbed. I can buy that: I'm sure that, at some point (college?), all three boys will spend their nights in their own beds.
Little Bear doesn't so much go in for that. He's started enjoying sleeping in our bed quite a lot, but he doesn't necessarily want to be snuggled. He just wants company.
Last night, we had dinner with friends - a former classmate of The Boy's at Rodef and his family. It was a lot of fun. I left early to go sing with my quartet, and when I got home (at 9:15), all four were asleep in our bed. It was a situation, I discovered later, where "one more show" turned into all four falling asleep. It happens. The only problem was that they had left me a spot about four inches wide. Sigh.