I got to cuddle with a baby this weekend. I got to read to a toddler -- the same book over and over again. It brought back lots of memories of my own children at that age. I miss the little sounds that a baby makes. I miss the wide-eyed innocence of a toddler. I miss kissing a baby's belly and hearing him laugh. I miss holding a toddler's hand as we walk down the street. I miss playing "A Lady Went to Market" as I bounce a baby on my knee. I miss the pure heart of a toddler: "I love you, Aunty Linda." I miss closing your eyes and almost falling asleep as a baby falls asleep against your chest. Or kissing a toddler between the bars of the bannister railing. I miss putting a tuque on a baby. Or zipping up a toddler's coat. I miss teaching a baby a new word. Or trying to decipher the words of a toddler -- although my nephew speaks quite clearly for the most part. I miss singing a lullaby to a baby. Or listening to a toddler sing. I miss watching a baby bounce. Or watching a toddler bounce a ball. I miss the smell of baby powder when I change a baby's diaper. I miss the cheer a toddler lets out when he goes on the potty rather than in his pants. I miss taking a baby for a walk. Or a toddler asking if you want to go for a ride with him in his "double-double stroller". Thank you to my nephews Bo and Mason for a fun weekend. It was a great learning experience. I love you!