It's amazing how 21 months can completely erase your memory. I forgot how much time I would spend on my butt on the couch nursing a newborn. When there are a zillion other things I need or want to be doing. (Like the mounds of laundry, dust bunnies everywhere, and my sorely-neglected scrapbooking! Don't roll your eyes, K or R - it really is neglected right now.)
But then as I become the self-titled couch potato, Violet and I are usually joined by another child (if not all). Our days have become filled with simple things like playing Candyland Castle a dozen times in a row (Clare's current obsession), reading any board books we have that feature numbers (Simon's), and poring over puzzle books (Jamie's). I play Planet Heroes and save the universe from the evil antics of Professor Darkness (my hero does not move around that much - did I mention I was still sitting on the couch?). I direct Handy Manny (aka Clare) to whatever needs fixing in the house. I endlessly recite numbers with Simon (sometimes it's like talking with Rainman).
Having a new baby always forces me to just sit back and enjoy my children. The laundry can wait.