Heidi's babies are sick, her babies, Gabby and Anna are sick,  but there's a lot of love to spread around.  I need to make a correction there.  We don't spread around the love, loving itself is a multiplier.  

Anyway, seeing those napping babies brought back a fond memory.

Mom was in the hospital waiting for Diane to be born.  

Dad was home taking care of 5 sick kids.  Juanita, 9,  had rheumatic fever, the rest of us, 4-7 were sprawled out in the living romm with some common childhood disease.

At some point my father passes through the living room carrying the dishpan which is what my mother used to mix the bread dough.  He had flour in his hair and flour in his mustache.  He was completely dusted in flour. He had a desperate look on his face,  Yes.  The man who built mountains was in despair. 

He carried the mess to Juanita in the bedroom.  "Vat is dis?  Vat do I do now?"