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.
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.