The weather's turned appropriately cold, of late, so we've been bundling Mabel up to go outside. And that in turn reminded me of bundling her up in different, much smaller, warm wooly clothes last winter. No matter how many times I think back on that era of her infanthood, or look at pictures like this one from when she was just a few months old, I still just can't get over her tininess, and how much bigger she is now. The ultimate cliche of parenthood--nonetheless true for being trite, indeed it's had the chance to become trite exactly because it is true.
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