Soggy bottom girls

This past weekend Alex and I enjoyed three bittersweet days with Mandy, Brian, and the girls--Lydia and Molly.  Little Molly has changed so much since we last saw her in January (during our Disney romp), so of course I wanted to spend as much time as possible with her.  Unfortunately for little Molly, every time I was holding her, it seemed she ended up naked and wet and cold and crying.  First, when we went out to dinner, Molly had the ultimate diaper blow out (stupid disposable diapers), and I volunteered to change her.  This required a total strip down and a bath (or some semblance thereof) in the Loganville, GA,  Ruby Tuesday bathroom.  Result:  Clean but screaming Molly.  Second, that same evening she of course needed a bath (to remove the remainder of the diaper disaster), but of course she was hungry and tired and having none of it).  Result:  Clean, wet, and again, screaming Molly.  Finally, the next evening we were having dinner, I'm getting ready to give Molly a sip of ice water and she hears Lydia running around.  She gets all excited and, yup...wet and cold Molly.  Thankfully, not screaming.  Gosh I sure hope she doesn't remember just the cold and wet parts of the past weekend!