I am shocking at keeping records on when my second child did anything.
Mainly, I think, because this time around there is another responsible parent around and I figure I did it for the first, it is his job for the second.
That, and my memory just isn't the fireproof-safe it once upon a time was.
So when V asked me tonight "when did Paris first walk", my "umm, around 14 months" wasn't that convincing (especially when I have been claiming her as 16 months for about 8 weeks now - my maths works best in metric and these darned 12 month years trip me up).
However - however, I have sat down with all fingers and toes and worked out that she is FINALLY 16 months old (and 1 day) which, ironically, is EXACTLY the same age as 'Salina was when she was flowergirl at her aunt's wedding.
Of course, that would be a much better comparison if I actually had any photos on my computer of the occasion so you could see the huge difference between the two at that age - but alas, not to be (and while I could go into the office/junk room, hook up the computer to the printer, grab the photo off the dressing table, scan the photo and upload it, we are one day into a 5 day weekend here, and the sloth has set in) so you will have to wait.
In the interim, here is my latest favourite shot.
Happy Easter, all.