Fleeting - like a bubble

It's funny. Just a short time ago in September we were sitting in the backyard blowing bubbles. Alice couldn't walk - just crawl away. She wouldn't get very far unless we were really not paying attention. Now it's spring and we're again playing with bubbles. Only this time Alice is different - she's walking (and sometimes almost running) and has a lot more hair. (Aside: I think that she's growing it out for the playoffs.)

I see the pictures like below and say "Of course she was like that.", but in my mind I have a harder time resolving that reality. She's changing quickly, but I have a hard time thinking of her differently as she currently is. It's weird. I don't know if it's a failing of my brain or brains in general. Weirdness.

Another thought that's occurring to me: I should be using the dslr whenever I can. First picture is taken with the "good" camera, the second with my phone. I don't think that I'll ever be happy with the camera phone shots. I'm happy that I'm able to get pictures because I've always got the phone in my pocket - I'm sad that the quality is less than I desire. Ah well.

I likes bubbles

You call this a spoon?