Dirty blond hair.
Big blue eyes.
Off the charts for height and weight.
No teeth (at 9+ months).
A preference for people watching over getting into the fray.
One is Logan. One is Seven. And you know, it's a really good thing that technology has come so far in nine years, because photo quality might just be all that helps this foggy momma mind of mine differentiate between which baby is which twenty years from now.