It’s enough to make a girl’s uterus skip a beat.

It’s no wonder I’ve got baby fever.   This is just some of the crap I have to deal with on a regular basis.  (That last photo is of Sara trying to entice me to have a baby by showing me all of the cute little baby things I’d get to buy….And I didn’t even have any pictures of that tiny little 3 month old baby-fever-torture-tool Luca on my iPhone.)

Scott snapped this last one of Dash @ Chili Con Cone-ay night.   Can you tell the kid lives with two photographers?

…and then my husband goes and carries a baby bag around Marin all weekend…

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4. Chili Con Cone-ay: Part Deux
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