Naked Baby

I think one of my most favorite things about this beautiful weather we've been having is that, after the long, cold winter of long sleeves and long pants and long socks covering every inch of their skin, I am suddenly getting the chance to see so much more of my children. Seeing their exposed arms and feet on a daily basis taps into some primal mama love. This is especially true with the "baby," whose baby fleshiness is once again apparent for all to see. I still want to eat him.
I am hoping that hanging out naked a bunch this summer will inspire him to ditch his diapers, but I also just can't get enough of his milky soft skin.

I may never get him dressed again.