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I love my job. Honest to Pete (to borrow an expression from Doug) I do. I feel just a twinge of regret when the alarm goes off at 2:45 before I remember that I have the privilege of spending my mornings sharing information with a group of listeners I genuinely love.
But on this Friday, I must admit to you - I am in the mood to go home and smell the baby. There is something about the smell of a new baby, even a 10-month-old baby, as mine is now. I nussle his head when he falls asleep on my chest or while I'm giving him a bottle, and it's like crack. I can't get enough of it. I can barely bring myself to put him down long after I know it's his bed time.
So this weekend, I'm sure I'll tune in from time to time to keep up on what's going on in the world, but the rest of the time - I'll be smelling the baby.