Don't you just love how free little kids are about their bodies? Yesterday I was trying to change the girls into pjs at their grandparents. They started running around the house in the buff, giggling, with Ashlin screaming, "I'm make-ed!!!!" No thought that there is any shame. No idea of self-consciousness.

I don't want that to go. I dread the day when some other stupid little kid makes fun about something and they learn that the world does not view them as simply perfect little adorable people, just right in the way they were created.