My Lonely Girl

I feel terrible for Keely. She honestly gets the least attention. I have always heard its the opposite way. A baby comes along and child #1 gets forgotten about. That is not the case here.
Will, by no fault of his own just gets more attention. I have to feed him at the kitchen table which requires me to either leave Kiki sleeping in bed or feed her and put her in her swing. Breakfast always takes forever. He is a painfully slow eater and you have to coax him into eating every bite. Then he talks. I will be feeding Keely and Will has to be next to us. I had to stop feeding her in the comfy awesome chair because Will insists on being next to us. He won't play on his own, he plays on us. I now sit on the big couch where even there it's a battle to get him to not climb on the one space her head is. It always blows my mind. The couch has all this empty space where he can climb up but he chooses to go where her head is and there is no room. I am a constant shot nerve. Constant. So even in our one perfect bonding moment I am focused on him. I am talking to him and acknowledging him all the while trying to keep her safe. I can't put her on her toy too often because I am scared Will will step on her or kick her or spit on her or "poop" on her. It's a freaking non stop battle. He also loves her play mat and insists on being in it with her, preferably without her. So what do I do? I feed her quickly and put her in her swing so I can get some peace. Even then I have to keep telling Will to not poke her, to not put her swing down, to not play the music and to just leave her alone.
When we go shopping the poor dear has to ride in the basket. Her car seat won't clip on to the front and so she gets put in the back. Meanwhile Will rides up front and once again gets all the attention. It breaks my heart. I miss my girl. The only time we get to hang out is at night when I put her to bed. She's sleeping. The few moments in the day I can give her my attention she lights up. It's the sweetest, cutest thing. She smiles so big when she realizes she is being played with. I wish so much I could do more for her.
She does love Will though and vice versa. She loves to watch him and lights up when he gets in her face. He loves to be with her and wants her to play with him. Soon, very soon they will be great pals. It's going so slow though and I am wracked with guilt and stress. I do get to be with her, she is not completely forgotten. Raising these two is hard work. I honestly don't know how single moms do it.