I like each stage exponentially more and more. At this rate, my favorite stage will be when I'm in a nursing home and they come see me once a month. I love that they are becoming little people, with actual opinions and thoughts. Because it's really fun to get two kids dressed as they fight over who will wear THE SAME EXACT SHIRT except one is pink and one is blue. (I really don't want to dress them identical but if this continues I might have to buy two of everything. If so, I will punish them as teenagers by making them dress exactly alike, down to their socks.)
This photo kills me because they are more little girl, less baby. I found the tiny baby stage fairly unrewarding. When they are completely thankless even though you say "good job" as they projectile vomit on your shirt. Before they smile and they look right through you like they couldn't care less if Jack the Ripper was feeding them. A little recognition for my efforts, people! It's 3:00 am and I'm up for the fifth time tonight so you can live -- some eye contact please! It now gives me great esteem to have two children hanging on my leg wailing when I need to leave the room for a second. To quote Sally Field: "You like me, you really like me!"
Forgive me. I'm feeling sentimental today and as far as I know no celebrity named their kid Tomato or similar. It won't happen again.
PS -- More importantly, did Vince Vaughn call off his engagement yet? I'm reading The Secret and have decided to concentrate all my "power of thought" on that particular issue. Rather than, say, getting a good parking spot. I mean, do the powers of the universe really care where you park? Walk your lazy ass a few extra steps, I'd roar if I were the universe receiving such inane requests. And then, just to punish them, I'd give them the opposite of all the other shit they were asking for.