My fucking 8 month old is more independent than my 2.5 year old I realized this today. The big one is "high needs" which he gets from his father. The little one channels me. Zen as fuck. Content doing his own little baby shit. I guiltily carve out time for him specifically because I have always had to spend so much time on the big one  it feels like I'm neglecting the little one. Nope. He loves the attention but it's clearly not a NEED OMG I'LL DIE WITHOUT IT RIGHT NOW like it is for the big one. I'm staying home not for the little one. For the big one. He NEED all of the love and attention probably for another couple years until I pry his clingy ass off onto the school bus. And that's fine. Really. But what. The. Everlovin' fuck, y'all? If I didn't have the promise of another well and truly amazing person like my husband I really would be handing him over to a nice, patient,  loving barren couple. 