Something hit me tonight. Weary, emotionally spent and physically exhausted after dealing with a strong-willed two year old and the rest of my gaggle, I was so ready for bedtime to come. I needed bedtime like a heroine addict needs their next hit. I could feel it in my bones...bedtime had to come. And it did. Just like it does every night...but something different happened tonight. Tonight, as I was getting my Baby Girl ready to tuck in, I asked if she wanted to rock-a-bye. To my surprise (and delight) she said yes. Baby Girl is NOT a snuggler...she's getting better, but she's not what I'd call a "warm fuzzy". As she lay against my chest and I rocked her by the light of the moon...I realized that this lap time is too short. I could hear The Pal bustling around after baseball and I thought about how truly short lived our time is to have our children on our laps. Developmentally, of course...but even more so, logistically. I look at my bigger kids and think how muc...