Sandwiched

I am feeling sad for Seth. He was our baby for such a short time. Not only is he going through the hard phase of being a two year old, but he gets to missing his Daddy when he's not here. The only boy, sandwiched between an infant and a very articulate 5 year old, he hardly ever gets the book read that he chooses. My lap doesn't seem big enough.

But I have more time with him now that Savannah is in kindergarten. He hops up and down saying, "Boo Boos," meaning Blue's Clues. He can choose what he wants to watch in the mornings, but other than that he likes my attention, demanding a lot of hugs, hanging onto my legs to cry when he's sleepy and tired of competing with his sisters, especially Savannah. But he misses her when she's at school, happy when she comes home.