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“You want up with Mommy!” my 2-year-old daughter wails for the umpteenth time. I let out an exasperated sigh as I scoop her up so she can wriggle her left hand down my shirt to clench my right breast — her security blanket of choice — with an iron grip.

My toddler and I just threw a tea party for the teddy bears. We also gave the farm animals a bubble bath, made a trampoline park with all of the couch cushions and whipped up raspberry lemonade popsicles.