Owen just made me put him to bed WITHOUT ROCKING AND SINGING TO HIM FIRST. He waved and said "Bye" to me from his crib instead.
This must be the feeling of being unneeded that drives some mothers to think it's time for another baby. I can see how that happens. Next thing you know he'll be singing his ABCs, escorting a girl to homecoming, graduating college, and making me a grandmother.
This can't be happening.