That Baby Smell

Today's post is being brought to you by the number 7,006,313,162.

The day that he was born, the world's population was roughly 7.1 billion people- I calculated it to be 7,006,313,162, give or take a few thousand.  That "he" is my nephew, Baby Joseph, born to my sister- and best friend, Megan and her boyfriend, Joseph.

I was there for the whole thing, she did such a good job.  Pretty sure that I would have been terrible at the whole pushing, breathing and remaining calm thing, I've never stood more firmly behind my decision that c-sections are the best option for me then I do right now.  But not her, she was a champ; she was amazingly strong and her Mama instincts took over the moment he was born.

She's my hero and I was so happy that she let me share that experience with her.

Every time I see him, I make sure to breathe in his baby smell.  Remember that baby smell?  It's usually a combination of baby wash and baby throw up with some a&d ointment thrown in there, well he's got it.  He's also got the distinct smell of milk in his neckrolls, a family that's madly in love with him and a special place in my heart.

And, I mean just look at this little man, is he not the cutest?    He reminds me so much of Cullen when he was a baby that I did a side-by-side so everyone can see what I'm talking about.