Thursday, August 24, 2006
I'm just back from a visit with old friends and family, and the baptism of my newest grandson.
There's just something about babies. They smell good, maybe because they're so new. And everything they do is wondrous, from smiling to burping to yawning to goo-gooing nonsense; it doesn't matter. This is Noah, (with his doting grandma). He managed to poop all over me just as we were getting ready to leave for the airport. Aren't babies wunnerful?