When I left my cozy bed last Saturday morning, it was empty. When I returned, I found these sweet cake eaters living it up with cartoons on my iPod and Daddy's tablet. Ah! Vegging. I remember that. The last week or so I've been anticipating missing this kind of stuff. I can pick up the boys and hold them when they're sad - and they want me to. Bridget is already too big for me to pick her up. It's made me a little hands-y with the boys. I'm stockpiling the hugs and kisses for when they leave me for all-day school. At the same time.