Grandma knows best!

And so do Andrea and Cindy! (and Charity and Kelltie came close) The answers to the baby matching game are Trevor (10 weeks), Gavin (4 months), Miles (6 weeks), and Ian (10 weeks).
I originally got out the pictures for a mother's day gift for my mom. I didn't label them in her book because I knew she would know them. I told her she needed to go on the blog and vote, but she is not much of a computer user. She sent me an email with her answers and they were all wrong! I called her up to give her grief, and it turned out she was looking at her book and telling my dad what to write in the email, and the pictures are in a different order in her book and on the blog. So, she ended up being right after all!
It was fun to see how people mixed them up. I don't think they look alike (except Miles and Ian), so it is fun to see how others find resemblances.
And my dad said he couldn't tell any of them, that they all look like Miles!
Here's a picture of my sweet pea sleeping.

Sign of Advanced Maternal Age?

When I got pregnant with Miles, I was put in the "high risk" category automatically because I was 36. It was humbling to be characterized as having "advanced maternal age." Well, now I think I have symptoms!
This week I have TWICE locked my baby in and me out. The first time was Wednesday. We were all ready to go out, and I made the first run out to the van with the diaper bag and other stuff (but not my keys!). We had the windows in the house open, and the pressure difference caused the door from the kitchen to the garage to slam shut behind me, and yes, it was locked. With the baby still inside the house in his car seat. And the spare key was nowhere in evidence. After panicking, I realized I could push the screen off the window in the bay window in front and then reach in and crank open the window far enough to crawl in. Baby saved!
Now today I went to a friend's house in Ron's car, which does not have a base for the car seat. When I was leaving, I needed two hands to strap the car seat in, so I threw my keys in the front seat to do so. I closed his door, went to open the driver's door, and it was locked. As was Miles' door! I had to call Ron who came to rescue Miles (fortunately, he was not crying and we only live five minutes away).
But I am feeling amazingly stupid. I have never, ever locked any of the other children in the house or the car in ten years of parenting. Now I've locked this chid in twice in less than a week. I think I have parental Alzheimer's!
Well, here's a picture of the cute boy and also my eldest on his TENTH birthday last week!

Baby Matching Game!

I was making a project and got out some pictures of all my babies around the same age in bouncy seats. I've been having fun showing them to people and asking them which baby is which. Their own father identified one picture wrong TWICE! So, here they are, in no particular order. Who's who?