Can we talk for a minute about this fat little baby cakes and how I want to go back in time and ask her to stay this little fuzzy-headed, chunky monkey forever, knowing full well that she will grow up way too fast? I wouldn't mind holding her again at 2 a.m. with my exhausted body as long as I can get that new baby smell back in my arms and hear those sweet, gurgling coos as I nurse her in the dark. Sheesh! Babies have magic. It's witchcraft!