Sometimes I feel badly for my little girls because it's relatively easy for them to get lost in the shuffle of a big family. It doesn't happen with Rob or myself, thankfully, but many times the two little girls kind of blend into one "baby" persona for those outside of our family.
I have lost count of the number of times I have heard something like . . . "oh, you know, the little one. What's her name?" or "Oh that's right! I forgot about Mopsy!" or "Am I missing one of the little ones? I just can't keep track of all your kids."
Luckily, keeping track of them is my job, and I obviously don't expect my circle of people to be as up-to-date on my children as I am. Still . . . I just cringe a little inside when I hear people joke about them being all lumped together.
I know I spend all day with them, but they are so incredibly different that I never lump them all together. Call them by each other's name? Heck yeah. But forget about them as people? Not once.
These little girls are where it's at.
This is Baby's elf ear. The cartilage has been that way since birth, and it's only on her right ear. I just love it.