I look at Matilda and see Olive. I *know* they are two different girls, but it is the strangest feeling to look at another little baby that reminds you so much of your first and call them by a different name. I’ve taken an informal poll and it seems like this is a pretty common feeling to parents of same-gender kids. So if I see you out and about, and I call the little one Olive by mistake, cut me some slack.
