Linda came home smelling like baby goop again tonight. I love the smell of the spit-up on her clothes. I snuggle up to her neck and lick her shirt. Babies smell divine, I just don't like them poking me with chubby fingers. This is the smallest one in the whole nursery, she is just a few weeks old. Megan was trying to get her to take her bottle, but the baby kept falling asleep.
