Behind the Times. Whatever.

In my mind's eye, Stella is still a wee little thing. My mental construct is about six months behind reality.

I see a nine-month-old baby and I think, Oh, look. Someone for Stella to play with.

When in fact, she well on her way to being a big wee thing these days. All legs. Leaning out. Almost tall enough to reach the counter tops.


Anyone else feel like they're behind the times, running to catch up with a rapidly growing baby? When does time slow down?


I'm entering the above shot in The Paper Mama's Weekly Photo Chalalnge. 

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