I now spend my Tuesday evenings caring for this 8-month-old, blue-eyed doll.
Baby feet… sigh
He’s either thinking… “Mindy, you’re boring me.” or “I think I skipped my afternoon nap.”
Such a sweetheart.
So did I mention how much I adore babies?! Always have, always will. Poor Ryan will never hear the end of it.
You know the running joke that babysitting is a great form of birth control? Well, I think I am the exception to the rule. More times than not, it just feeds my baby fever!!! When I get married, it could be dangerous.