Susan Senator

His Baby Perfume
It makes me swoon
He's Baby Delight
--me, singing about tiny Nat

I saw my friend Emily today. She has one of those kind of babies that makes you want to have a baby. Little Miles is in that "jolly fellow" phase, where he is grinning and bouncing his head at everyone and everything, and only once in a while stopping to puzzle over a new face, a set of keys, etc. But it is usually okay with Miles, especially if he can chew on it. His little feet were fat and edible, his belly round, and a spot of drool remained on his chin from his recent fest with my keys. Emily offered to wipe off my keys but I would not let her. You could get drunk on that smell.

I used to call little Nat's drool Baby Perfume. I used to love it when I would have my face next to his and he would have his thumb in his mouth, then he'd take it out and turn his head quickly to me. His lips would brush my face. "Slimed!" my dad once said, smiling. Today Miles' Slimey Smiles made me think of Baby Delight and his Baby Perfume.

The Babylust is running strong in my veins. Sometimes I cannot bear being done with that.

Look at baby Nat, that little sugar boy!