Lately I've been struck anew how K seems to be getting older so quickly. Suddenly she seems so tall even though her clothes fit about the same. The other day I noticed her looking at something on the kitchen table, head and shoulders above it, looking down at whatever was laying there. It seems it was just a few days ago that she had to reach up on tiptoe to see.
Other times I'm aware how young she still is, with a little child's way of moving, perspective and ideas even though she is getting longer.
For contrast, here is a picture of T by the back door. He knows that this door leads to the great outside and he tries to make his escape. He is quickly getting a long lean look, too.