The results of all that good eating

As babies, both our kids used the Graco basket-style carseats. 

Here is a leaving-the-hospital picture of Amiri in the carseat.  Look how tiny.  He spent quite some time sleeping in that seat once we got him home.

And here he is about ten months later, monstering it up in the carseat during a plane ride.  Fills it out nicely, doesn't he?

He outgrew it not long after that picture was taken, and now of course Arram is too big for it too.  So we gave it away to someone who could use it.  But first we had to get an 'after' picture of Amiri in the old carseat.  He very gamely wedged himself in.

 

Wow, right?  His baby feet didn't even come close to reaching the edge, and now they're lapping over by like half a meter.  It seems like, oh, last month that the photo of that not-even-seven-pounds baby was taken, and he's now, what, like THIRTY FIVE pounds?

I'm probably going to be saying things like this for the rest of my life, aren't I?

Cool.