I swear he looks different every morning when I go pick him up out of his crib. His eyes always seem a little bigger and his face a little thinner. He always seems more alert and more curious than the day before. And let's not even talk about how he's already almost rolling from his back to his chubby little tummy. The second kid is funny. Unlike the first one, you don't anxiously await each milestone and look forward to them growing up. With Porter, I was so eager for him to do the next great thing. But with Keller, my heart aches a little every morning ... when I swear he looks different than the day before. Time is going way too fast, but this sweet face is reminding me to slow down. Care to join me, time?