Poor little Froggy.
I’m beginning to feel really bad for him … I feel like all I do is compare him to his big brother, like he’ll never be his own little person. I’m sure it’s just because he’s still a little young for his real personality to show through yet … but it seems like all I can say about him at this point are things like:
‘He’s not as long as his brother, and he’s definitely heavier’
‘He’s sleeping about like the Mouse did … which is not at all’
‘He’s so squirmy … his brother didn’t roll over until 5 months, but I’m sure he’ll roll a lot sooner’
‘I wonder if he’s going to keep his pretty blue eyes, like the Mouse did?’
They really do favor each other … although now that the Froggy is on formula, he seems to be putting on weight a lot quicker than the Mouse ever did. He’s starting to get sweet chubby cheeks, and I love it!
I’m starting to think about what to get both boys for Easter in their Easter baskets … and this evening as I was talking to my mother about it, I said something along the lines of, ‘I’ll probably just put something in the Froggy’s basket that he needs’. To which she said, ‘does he NEED anything?’. I thought for a moment. ‘No, no I guess not.’ She laughed and said something along the lines of her having that issue when my sister and I were growing up … my sister already had everything that she needed because I had had it first, so she had trouble finding things for her specifically.
Sorry little Sister. Sorry sweet Froggy.
Maybe I’ll stick a few cans of formula in his basket? Lame, lame, lame. Speaking of Easter … the boys both have their Easter outfits!
By Petit Ami … and found at Dillard’s. SO sweet. He even has sweet little blue and white saddle shoes to go with it. I can’t wait to see him all dolled up in it. I wanted to make sure he had something very different from his big brother’s first Easter outfit … and that he has his own basket, even though he obviously won’t remember it. I feel like the kid is going to get enough hand-me-downs, things like Easter and Christmas, and Halloween costumes should be his own, right?
As much as it pains me, seeing all the sweet Easter dresses, this time of year … I’m also somewhat relieved that I don’t have to worry about picking just *one* out. I have no idea how you moms of girls do it, with so many options. No seriously, I would be completely broke, and the poor girl would have to go through 38570394858437450345 costume changes throughout the day. Good thing I’m very close to becoming the proud aunt of a sweet little girl … I’ll just buy her sweet ruffly things and let her mom deal with deciding when and where she should wear them.