How two year olds smell

When Ephraim woke from his nap this afternoon, I scooped him up, blankie in arms, he wrapped his legs around my waist and I carried him into the living room. I wrapped his blankie around his shoulders and he layed his head on my shoulder, mine burried in his neck, and we rocked. I inhaled the sweet smell of a two year old little boy-a little sweat, a little cookie, and a hint of baby lotion (enough to remind me that he's still a baby, absent enough to let me know that he's growing up way to too fast).