This is my good friend. She loves Marie. I mean LOVES. She told me the other day that she was mad at me when I got pregnant because Elise was still so small and needed her mom. She thought it was a bad idea for me to have another baby so soon. Fast forward a year or so. Every time I see her she says, "I'm so happy you gave birth to Marie!" She says she's never loved another baby so much. According to her, Marie is the smartest, cutest, happiest baby she's ever seen. Of course I don't argue with that ;)My friend (and everyone else living in Turkey) is unbelievably afraid that Marie will get too cold. Getting too cold in this country is the source of all ailments - The sniffles? You got cold. You threw your back out? Well you must have gotten too cold. Heart attack? Too cold. Baby crying? Mom's breastmilk was cold. And the list goes on. I am not joking! But I digress. So Marie wasn't wearing socks and my friend, although she's pretty used to the way I dress my kids, was worried about the temperature of the baby's feet. Marie spits up a lot. Although my friend is used to this, today after noting the lack of socks, she told me that Marie got too cold. She could tell by how the spit up smelled. Say what?