Ada cracks me up, and she gets more fun all the time.
But when I run across certain pictures at certain times, they make me miss those little people I used to know.

This is Ada, three years ago.  She had all the attitude she has today in an even smaller package.  She wasn’t potty-trained yet (I don’t miss that part), she held just one finger instead of my hand, she slept in a Little Tikes toddler bed, she only liked toys that she could hold in their entirety in her teeny hand, and when she was mad she would swing her right elbow really far when she walked.  She didn’t have glasses yet, and her long hair was so fine I could put it all up in just two bobby pins.