Elijah’s endeavor to increase his molar count has not resulted in the greatest time for either of us. Particularly, it makes for a less-than-idyllic breastfeeding and sleeping situation. However, I did get a good giggle in the wee hours of the morning.

My arm had fallen asleep, yet again, under an 800 pound head, so I carefully slipped my arm free and tried to perform a zero-shake hover-turn onto my other side. My sigh of comfort had scarcely escaped my mouth, when a little body launched itself over me, drowsily pleading, “Milky! Milky! Wait [for] me!”

It’s so nice to be needed. It’s so nice to be needed. It’s so nice to…