Bobby, look over here. Don't touch the sticker.
Bobby, leave the sticker there.
Nate, stop jumping on me. Leave your brother alone.
Bobby, smile. Is that too much to ask?
Today I caught myself cradling Bobby. He wiggled himself to a sitting position and squirmed down to the floor. I want my baby back. Last month Bobby stopped nursing and I miss holding my baby in my arms. It is time to face the facts. Next month my baby will be a toddler. Lord help me. Next month I will be 42 years old with a one year old and a two year old, how can that be?!