Santa, Baby...

So my husband and I volunteer every other week in the infant room at church.  I'm not sure I can actually say I VOLUNTEER....we were sort of conscripted...not that I actually mind!  Our location of the church is new, and we don't have a lot of volunteers, so they kind of just assigned those of us that volunteer regularly to rooms.  My husband was fine with that, but asked our pastor to put us in the infant room.  We both love babies, so it works out.

The last two times we've worked, we have had one little guy, K, who decided today that he had a particular attachment to me.  I'm not saying that to brag or anything...if I tried to sit him down, or give him to anyone else, he SCREAMED.  He literally wanted nothing but for me to sit in the rocker and snuggle him up.

I am just going to admit it...

...

I liked it.

There's just something about being the only one a little one wants to cuddle up to - and when I say cuddle - he just kind of melted into me.  He put his little head on my shoulder, snuggled in, and didn't sleep, but wanted nothing else.  What a sweetie pie he was.

We had 3 other little guys today, and we definitely are getting our baby fix with all the diapers and bottles and snuggle-y baby boys.

I have done many different things in the church...this is one that I definitely don't mind!  (Ok, well I did for about 15 seconds while cleaning up a particularly stinky diaper...but overall, it's all good!)