Once again, I'm marveling that my smallest ladies are one year old. We thought Abby Jane was practically fully grown by the time she was a year old. We cemented this belief by deciding to expand our family when she was this age. One more tidbit on our having twin girls. There is apparently accepted research with a definite link between consumption of sweet potatoes and the incidence of twins. We used to have sweet potatoes about once a week, so these evidently are our little sweet potato babies.
That said, here's a little "then and now": you don't get much more brand spanking new than this... Jake's got Joy, I've got Blythe.
One other really fun part about this age is how they flip out for Jake. When I say, "Daddy's home!", they crane their little necks to see Daddy and go ahead and start laughing and bouncing with excitement. Jake's already roughhousing, gently, with them, and they belly laugh at his tricks. He is their hero, probably ties with Abby Jane on the funniest person they know, and he is firmly wrapped around the chubby little fingers of three small ladies in this home.
The children's minister at our church has recently been a foster family for a set of twin infants. I've never thought about twins ever being foster kids, but the concept of two tiny babies just floating around out there simultaneously broke my heart and made me want to hold on so tightly to my girls, never taking for granted the ability to raise my precious daughters.