Linda comes home every Sunday night smelling like babies. She works in the nursery at church, and the babies spit up and sometimes do other things on her clothes that I can't write in a family blog. I love the smell of her shirt and will snuggle and lick the stains. It makes me so happy. I've told her I want to have a baby at our house. She wants one too, but told me we have to be patient and wait until Taylor and Sarah have a baby. Then I can smell it all day long and let it snuggle up on me for it's nap. Only problem is I'm 4 1/2 pounds and when Taylor was born he was 11 pounds, so they will probably have a big baby. It would crush me it it laid onto of me like this baby is doing to her dog. I wonder what they are dreaming about?
