This post may seem a bit on the self-pitying side, but my baby doesn't love me. He loves his daddy, he loves his brothers and sisters, and he especially loves Skoshi A, or Junior Mommy. I'm just a milk cow. His love for me only extends as far as meal time. The rest of the time he prefers anyone but me and it's patently unfair. I only provide 24-hour-round-the-clock-7-days-a-week care to him and what do I get? A slap in the face. This little guy is a brute. His idea of playing with me is to slap and pinch and then get all offended when I tell him to be nice. It's really starting to hurt my feelings. That, and at my age, it's becoming increasingly unlikely I'll be able to "replace" him. C'mon, Lil' Lamb, where's the love?