I adore my baby Sarah. I love the smell of her, her insane baby laugh and every little dimple. But she has this exhausting need to stick to me like velcro at all times. She literally clings to the hem of my clothes so that I can barely walk and bursts into tears if I turn my back on her for one second. After a while, in order to get anything accomplished, you have to steel your heart to the tears a little bit to keep from becoming tyrranized by the incomprehensible whims of an infant. I hate to see her cry at all, but sometimes a person has to eat or take a shower, for instance. So I kind of choose my battles now and spend extra time cuddling her when I can to make up for the times it’s impractical to do her tiny bidding.