Since my sister isn't nearly as attentive to the world wide web as her husband, I took it upon myself to take many pictures of Queen Stella today. She was an absolute doll baby. So good, that I spent most of the night trying to convince Jeff that maybe we should "have just one more." To that he responds, "neither of our girls was that good, and you know it!" He's right. I must admit - when Queen Poopy Pants did her business that afternoon, it was quite nice to pass her onto Ginger. Your baby, your poop. Huh. I like this aunt thing, lots! I can't wait until the next time I can hold her and kiss her, and that feeling is quadrupled by my girls. Ginger just needs to give us the green light, and we'll be there. See you soon Queen Stella!
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I completely agree, I love being an aunt. Queen Poopy Pants did her business while I was visiting yesterday too. It was great to hand her off to Brian.
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