Mmmm... Babies

I remember when Judith was about 3 or 4 months old, visiting Dave's Tante Ruth and her going on about how much she loves babies and she said "Don't you just want to eat them?"

I thought "Um, no. You are crazy."

In my defense, Judith was never really the edible type.

Fast forward two years. Gideon was born and taught me just how scrumptious babies can, in fact, be. I do get the overwhelming urge to munch on his cheeks and belly and fat little fingers and toes all the time. He giggles his jolly little face off. It's the best.

I guess for me it took two children to make me crazy, but alas, here I am.