There's a little girl around the corner, maybe 7 or 8 years old, who LOVES Hannah and races up to her every time she sees us. The other day she had a big pool set up in front of her house and was playing with Hannah in it when she exclaimed that Hannah doesn't look anything like either me or Eric. Then she looked at her mom and said she didn't understand where cute babies came from. Now, I don't consider myself as unfortunate as she seems to, but honestly, I agree with her--where do cute babies come from? I mean, holy cow. I am constantly astounded at the cuteness I see in my child and completely baffled at its origins.
To prove Marley's point, here are some pics I took of Hannah today drinking a smoothie out back followed by a pic of me at 22 months.
I wasn't planning on doing a comparison post this month or next--figured I'd just wait and do one when she turns 2--but my mom was rooting around her photo album last week and sent me pics of me at 22, 23, and 24 months so I figure, why not? Those old photos aren't the best quality, especially since the house I grew up in had NO natural light so the flash was always busy bleaching out my little face. I tried to tone down the contrast a bit in the editing programs but I don't think it helped...Happy almost-two-years Hannah!