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The Baby Fix

I got a baby fix today thanks to my dear friend Mandy who came up to visit with her two girls. My lovebug of chub, Nora, will be 2 in a couple weeks. WHAAAAA?!? I have no idea where that time went. 2 weeks ago, Mandy had baby girl number 2, Alaina. Please to enjoy the cuteness:



Amiright or what??? Gah!



Celia declared the baby was hers. I said sure.
Her mama? Not so much.



Sophia has missed out seeing Mandy the last two times.
She was so excited that she was home for once.



I love and adore this photo. Oh does Donovan love the littles.
My sweet sweet boy. 



It's not that often I see Nora smile. She's a serious one, this kid.
And she's always moving. Oof. I forget that part of toddlers.

 Some days I would love to have another baby. Then I realize I'm not completely insane and go on with my day. I get the fix with Mandy's girls and all the babaaaays that come into my store. I wish my job was going around talking to all the crying babies and toddlers. I ran it past the boss but she said no. Oh well, I'll just walk around saying, "bring me the babaaaays!".

Then again, perhaps I shan't.
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