Looking through an old folder of images for something else entirely, I stumbled upon these three photos of Mabel at seven months old. Sitting on the bed, playing with a wooden spoon and metal pan, teeny tiny, and in her nearly-bald phase after her newborn hair fell out. So small! So sweet! And yet already so clearly her own same self. My heart melts. Entirely coincidentally, these pictures also happen to be from the same week I started this here blog. Huh. Makes you think.