This morning, as I was sitting on the couch feeding R, L scoots over next to me and lays his head on my shoulder.
L: I love you, Mommy.
Me: I love you too.
L: I miss you, Mommy.
Me: I miss you too, Buddy.
Enter the working mom guilt.
L has been having a hard time since I went back to work. R has been having a hard time too, but I think her issue is more that she still refuses the bottle. L got used to me being home and having energy to play with him in the evening.