can I hold her?

Almost two weeks ago a dear friend of mine had a baby girl.

I was just dying to see her and so I whipped up one of my banana coffee cakes (I know, sounds weird, but they are so yum!) and invited myself over.  I mean, I didn't want to invite myself over ONLY to hold that baby.  The cake made it more like a "let me do something for you" gesture.  Besides, I had to get a hug around Leslie's neck, she spent the final weeks of her pregnancy suffering from one whopper of a head cold/sinus infection and it had been far too long since we'd had the chance to spend a day together.  

When we first walked in sweet baby Evelyn was chillin' in her bouncy seat and I was spellbound.

So tiny.  So beautiful.  So precious.

Then Leslie said the words I was so hoping to hear.  "You can pick her up if you want to."

Did I want to?

Uh.  Yeah!

So we caught up with one another while I cradled those 8ish pounds of preciousness in my arms.  That sweet baby just slept peacefully the entire time.

And when a chorus of requests came from my crew to hold the baby, I started to explain that they could hold Evie when she was a little bigger, a little stronger, a little older...

But Leslie is one heck of a laid back rock-star mommy.  I guess twins the first go around had something to do with that.

Because she let all three of my bigs take their turn holding her five day old baby girl.

**For the record, Daniel didn't ask.  He was too busy playing with the twins' toy collection to notice the sleeping baby.**

I love how each one of them felt compelled to touch her ~ ever so gently ~ on the top of her little head. As if just feeling the weight of her in their laps wasn't enough.  They wanted to make contact.

While we stayed a little longer than I had originally anticipated, I think we made it out before the natives got too restless.  With another pan of banana cake, we may even be able to work ourselves back in soon...