Friday, March 17, 2017
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?!