Above is Forrest the night before Talin was born, at that age of 2 years 2 months. The blondie he was, wearing the same shirt and shoes Talin still wears now. I've always thought Talin had looked so more babyish than Forrest, maybe it's his baby blue eyes, or maybe because he is truly my baby, I don't know. He still seems that way. I remember distinctly Forrest climbing up on my hospital bed seeing me and his newborn baby brother for the first time. What a big boy he already seemed, much older than Talin seems now. Possibly truly playing that Big Brother role already, born into it.
And below is Talin now...still my baby. He's really a toddler in every sense of the way. And goodness has he hit the two's. It's so apparent because perhaps usually he is so happy and mellow, but man I tell you he can throw the dramatic tantrums, throwing himself onto the ground, banging his fists on the floor. Short lived, within a few minutes he is done. Alex and I just want to laugh at him because after raising Forrest through this stage Talin's antics do seem so funny! I'm glad I can laugh through it with my second. I guess that is the blessing of going through this school of parenting that has been thrust on us :-)