Kitty always wants to see pictures of herself as a baby. Anytime she sees me on the computer, she climbs on my lap and demands, “I wanna see pictures when I was a tiny baby!!” Because of that, I just found this picture recently. This was Kitty when she was Lydia’s age right now. Six months old.
And they look absolutely nothing alike. Kitty was soft and squishy and creased, which I thought was just perfect. And Lydia is long and skinny and dainty, which I also think is perfect. The only similarities are the baldness and the blue eyes.
Let’s go further back in time to Jane around that same age.
And you will notice that while my photo skills have improved slightly, my ability to get a good picture of all my kids has not changed much. Oh my gosh, Bennet’s expression makes me laugh. He has always hated having his picture taken.
Jane was another blue eyed baldy that doesn’t look much like the younger blue eyed baldies.
And now, just a little further back to when Bennet was 2.
I just died. Why can’t all my kids just stay 2 years old??!!! The adorableness is killing me. (I know, I know, five two year olds in the house would make me run away from home, probably. Still!)
I am typing this while Little Liddy is sitting in my lap, looking up at me, and then I give her a big smooch and she laughs and laughs. I don’t know how I am going to stop this… this Baby in The House thing. How will I survive when there is no more baby in the house? I’m not sure I can do it. Is there a 12 step program for women addicted to their babies?
Are teenagers the cure?