The little one is literally attached to me 80% of the time.
Now rumor has it this is a sign of a growth spurt. But at this rate, he's going to be six/one by the time he's twelve. Not to mention it's five AM and I'm trying to export Sanford's peanut butter pancakes onto my desk by sheer force of imagination. I'm starving.
Round the clock breast-feeding is exhausting.
I'm going to miss it like hell when I go back to work.