His smell

I'm finishing up some work from last week, and as I sit here on the couch awaiting the girls to return from gymnastics, I find myself turning my head from left to right over and over again just to smell my sleeping little man. He started spitting up a little yesterday, which is completely normal for my kids, and that sweet milk smell is permeating my skin and shirts. I may never shower again. But really.

I love the smell of newborns, even if it comes from their spit up. And I am trying to enjoy every last bit of this little baby of mine, knowing he is the last one to ever spit up on me for awhile.