On New Years day 2012, I had a teeny tiny baby (and giant boobs from breastfeeding…ah, good times). I don’t know what happened, but by January of 2013, I had a walking, talking, toddler, and now, one year later, there’s a giant toy-hoarding preschooler residing in my house. If you ever want to feel really nostalgic and sad, just look at some old photos of your child: it’s positively heart-wrenching.
Based on the above-depicted progression, I’m assuming that this time next year he’ll be sixteen and driving my car.
The Baby Is Fine 
Now that was really cool! At age one I could really see his personality emerging.
Yes he will!! Love the comparisons.