My little itty bitty.

Evyn is teeny tiny. She wasn't even 7 pounds when she was born, and she still lands close to the 15th percentile for weight. Being a freakishly tall and generally large woman that has spent most of her life feeling a little like Fiona Shrek, I love this about Evyn. I will not love her any less if she grows up to be tall like her mommy, but I am savoring the anomaly of her size right now. She is growing and gaining weight, but is still such a petite little thing.

The weather cooled off this week, and I needed to put her in some clothes that were a little warmer. All of her 12 month clothes are still way too big, and the clothes that she has for 9 months are all summer-y, so I ended up moving backwards in her closet.

Here is Evyn at 4 months wearing a precious little capri pant outfit.

Evyn at 11 months wearing the same size 3-6 month outfit.

Evyn at 3 months in one of my very favorite little getups.

My sassy little 11 month old sporting the same duds.

Little miss at 5 months proudly modeling her purple jeans.

Evyn at 11 months making that purple denim work!

And just because I thought it was fun, here is Carter destroying the same bookshelf at about the same age (I think he was 9 months in this picture).

I love the look on her face in this picture. "Mom, leave me alone. I clearly have plastic food to prepare for dinner. A woman's work is never done."

And, last but not least, here is big brother living the life. Feet propped in the recliner and breakfast on a tray. Every man's dream!