What you see above is a sequence that starts with John content in his bed, looking at himself in the mirror (he already loves it, Ann). However, when he got a bit fussy, and I picked him up to rock him, Ada decided to pitch quite the fit, which ended with her falling out of her duck onto the floor. The entire time she was crying, "I want to hold you," which of course translates to, "I want you to hold me and not John." Jealousy rears its ugly head. You can see that John was not worried about it; he was just happy to be in my arms.
And in the last photo, you can see how I spend most of my day, with John on the boppy and Ada by my side. I am officially mom to two.