Dominic, aged 9 months: The days of seeing these slowly thinning-out thighs are leaving us I think... I spent my Sunday going through the boy's clothes (just look at what I made David wear!) and seeing what fit and who it fit... which in my defense I just did like, a month ago... but apparently they both grew or something? Baby socks and bibs and burp clothes were all packed away along with pants and onesies and I'm trying my very best to not dwell on that.

David, aged 3 years: The poor unfortunate soul. I had really been banking on his lack of diaper to help me out here with getting just a little wear out of some of these pants but no... alas... he has grown and the diaper (or lack there of) has little to no affect on the matter. And this shirt! Whoops. It's a struggle of mine since the dawn of the Fitz Clothing Gift. Which really comes down to our kind Fitzs giving us their children's clothes and we just try as much as we can, to thank them profusely. So many beautiful things... and me so unwilling to move each kid up a size. Not because of lack of options no, but because it's the end of an age. And I try and drag it outtttt. I've been doing it for years. Just ask my mother. Why is it bad that David is wearing size 18 month shorts??? WHY?!

Letteria, aged 5 years: However, Letty is on to me now. She sees those bags coming home and she is all OH! can I wear that tomorrow please! And sometimes she can and sometimes she can't, as Avery does have two years on her, or this purple Halloween number that was meant for a certain month of the year...Only. She's worn it twice this weekend (I washed it in between, don't worry). Being just like her Avery makes her just the happiest.

Past weekly shots here.