Isn't he precious?

Isn't he lovely? Isn't he wonderul? Isn't he precious? Less than one minute old.....

Okay fine, so I really like that Stevie Wonder song. So sue me.

But seriously....when he sleeps like this and I capture it in a picture, it takes me back to my happy baby

memory place.

The place that is far, far away from memories of marathon nursing sprees,  4 hour long doctor visits, and dirty diapers, dirty diapers, dirty diapers.

This place, the place that smells like newborns.... is full of smiling babies, stacks of clean diapers, freshly laundered baby blankets, giggles, and cute slobber kisses. I like it here, even if it's only my imagination.