We find ourselves stirring supper and assembling puzzles and wiping counters and turning pages single handedly, while Tolliver supervises from the other side. Although he's beginning to tolerate down time a tad more willingly, he prefers to be up in arms. He's still in that slug stage of snuggling, favoring a nap on our chests over one in the crib. Our hands are full, and we often feel like there aren't enough limbs to go around. Fortunately, love is not an appendage.