"Oh, my god! This isn’t my baby! Paeton McPhilomy was on a jet headed for Los Angeles with her two girls, six years and three months old. She had rushed to the restroom to change her little girl whose cry had sounded unfamiliar. She attributed the strangeness to being in a pressurized cabin thirty-thousand feet in the air. She had just pulled off the blanket covering her baby girl when she realized this infant wasn’t hers! The amazing thing was that to a stranger, this baby could have passed as hers. They could be twins to unfamiliar eyes. When Paeton opened the diaper, another big shock—Paeton beheld male genitalia! Her baby was a girl! A jarring cry escaped her lips. The infant’s wide eyes popped wider in response." How could Paeton, candidate for Mom of the Year, lose track of her baby and end up flying to LA with the wrong child? You won't believe how this uncanny mixup becomes more entangled and stressful with one zany incident after another. Lots of humor, some pain, suspense, and tender romance await you as you wonder how things go from bad to worse to...
I was constantly annoyed by the heroine and her exaggerated dislike of jocks and her sometimes childish behaviour. The poor man couldn't do a thing right and that was grating on my nerves. However, I finished the book because I wanted to know if there is a happy end. The idea itself with the scrambled babies was cute and funny but the heroine spoiled it quite a lot for me and I was relieved when it was over. The short epilogue was sweet but I couldn't bring myself to give more that 2 stars because at times it was boring and frustrating and exhausting to continue reading.
Scrambled Babies was a fun read, I enjoyed their antics very much. There was some bad language and a bedroom scene, so I rated it L-S-noG .....My own personal rating, so that I can preread books for my 93 year old mother. :)