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I have amazing daughters. You will always hear me say that. However, as babies and toddlers I have never worked harder. And the known fact about my beautiful daughters is that they inherited a bit of my sensitivity. This is to say, when they were in their primary years, I witnessed my share of their tears.

This last weekend we had the privilege of watching our God children, Aidan and Delia. Molly and Ryan's children are as loved as our own and yet they are very different. They are so mellow. I'm not sure we witnessed one full tear drop fall from their faces the whole time they were here. Is this human? All I can say is that they should have a dozen more babies.

As the Barrans were leaving our house Saturday night there was realization of a stinky smell eminating from Delia's southern end. Scott, Ryan, and Cambria were already loading the car outside so Molly yelled out the window, "grab me a diaper."

I started the process of changing the diaper. I placed Delia on my light green couch and as I unwrapped the brown oozing present, I quickly knew that we were in over our heads.  We viewed a river of brown going up sweet Delia's back. I started giggling. The situation just seemed so funny. I blurted out to Marissa and Molly, "Quick, help me get her to the ottoman (leather)!" Each gal grabbed a limb and moved Delia to the safety of the ottoman. Molly hollered out to the loading crew, "I'm gonna need the whole diaper bag!" All the while my giggles now turning into loud laughter. It all seemed so funny to me. Here we were scrambling to take control of a total mess and Delia just kept looking up at us with a look that said, "What in the heck is all of the comotion about?" Completely calm, as we all freaked out over her load of poop. Hilarious!