Today, my baby looked more like my kid.
Or at least she did in this picture:
Is this why the Duggars keep having kids? To always have a squishy, drooly, giggly baby around? Honestly, if conditions were different, I’d probably be cooking #2 by now. How can I not want another when I have Charlotte as the ultimate baby prototype? Wouldn’t you want a hundred little Sprouts crawling around (or just three)?
*Yes, yes. I know two kids are harder than one, and three kids are harder than two. But that doesn’t take away from the lovable children-are-wonderful cuteness factor, now does it?