When I look at this picture...
I marvel at the size of my two babies. Before I came home with Baby, Youngest was my baby. She was my 'mini me' and she stuck to me like glue. Youngest followed me around the house, always wanted to " 'elp me" and wanted me to put her to bed or change her diaper. I would pick her up and swing her and kiss her and eat her up.
Then Baby came home and all of a sudden, Youngest turned into a big girl! Whoa! Did she grow 28 inches since I was in the hospital? Where did my little baby girl go? She gained 30 pounds since I was gone, didn't she? She got heavy all of a sudden and my aching back (which is still a little sore) can't pick her up and swing her like I used to. She had a growth spurt while I was gone, didn't she? I mean, I swear when I left, she was wearing size 2T/3T and now, the 2Ts seem awfully tight and 4Ts are looking perfect on her. She even sneaks into Middle's drawers and steals her clothing! Middle complains until I point out that she does the same thing to Oldest!
I look at that picture and my baby girl looks like a giant next to that tiny baby boy.
Funny how a little baby can change your perspective on things.