Babies Forever

As you can tell by these pics, my babies are really not babies anymore. But to me, they always will be. When will I stop calling them babies? I don't know. I don't like saying "kids" because that makes me think of goats, and children sounds too sophisticated at times......oh well, I'll just keep calling them babies!

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