That is not a giant bouncy seat or a giant hand, just a tiny little baby with some long, skinny legs. She is darn cute though. I only got pics of one b/c I just happened to be holding her when I thought of getting my camera out. They really do look a lot alike. My sister dresses one in dark onesies and the other in light so that they can tell them apart. We are going to have to figure out something more scientific before long, I'm afraid. I spent 8 hours cleaning my sisters house Saturday. Not because I'm nice, don't start, simply because it was nasty and I hate the thought of her children growing up like we did. It probably won't help unless I do it every damned weekend, but what do you do. I started to redo the girls rooms. Got them new bedding and plan to go with dressers and deco next. I will go back down in two weeks to take back the five garbage bags of clothes I brought home to wash. I plan to start painting the girls bedrooms then. Casta is getting pink and orange stripes, Natalee will have blue with white polka dots. My hope is that if we make their bedrooms a place that they can be comfortable in and actually take pride in, than hopefully, despite their parents, they will at least keep their own little spaces half way decent. We shall see. I don't get it. I can't fathom why anyone would be ok living that way. I DON'T GET IT. That is probably evil of me to say, but I never said I wasn't evil. K, have to go to bed, should have gone a couple hours ago. I suck at this seven hours sleep a night thing.