The Face

There's something about our friends from Syracuse that gives Sedona a sense of comfort, like she's in the "trust tree", you know? So much so that she feels at ease pooping while in their arms. She's pooped on Doug, and here she is pooping while Paris holds her. In the second picture you can really get a sense of the effort she puts in. She starts out by grunting deep, primal tones. Then her upper lip starts to perspire, followed by short breaths as her face turns beat red. Paris took this all in stride and even acted as Second in Command while I changed her diaper (which looked as if an alien had imploded inside it).