Gary and I have learned that babies truly grow in spurts. I can honestly see a baby in the morning, and that baby will be significantly larger in the evening. For instance, Henry's sleeper will fit when I put him to bed, and it will be too short when I wake him up. It amazes us every time a baby has a growth spurt, and we talk about how crazy it is all the time.
The other day I was in the kitchen (probably loading bottles into the dishwasher) and Gary in the living room feeding a baby when we started that familiar conversation -- how big the babies are getting. It went something like this:
Gary: Wow, Piper's hands are just huge.
Heather: Uh-huh.
Gary: I mean, they seriously look bigger than they did this morning.
Heather: They are growing fast.
Gary: And her head looks bigger, too. Everything about her is just bigger than it was this morning.
Heather: Uh-huh.
And then I walk around the corner from the kitchen to see this:

Now, look closely. What about this isn't right?
I'll tell you just in case you missed it: That baby is not Piper. That baby is Henry. However, since Henry is wearing a pink "Girl Power" bib (that, incidentally, Gary put on him), Gary assumed that Henry was Piper. Unfortunately, this is not the first time that Henry has been mistaken for Piper -- and the confusion usually results when Gary puts some pink item on Henry. . . . I guess with three infants we're going to mix them up every now and then!