My brother and his wife are expecting their second child any day now. There's nothing as awesome as a sweet little baby to cuddle and snuggle, to rock and sway, to pat their tush and then hand them back to their parents while you settle in for nice, long, uninterrupted sleep.
That being said, when I do get to meet the little devil, it will likely be in upstate New York at my mom's family's cabin, which is, shall we say, rustic. I'm pretty sure the wall are made of construction paper. So we all know this post will come back to haunt me about 7 times.