Babysitter looking at family picture when there were only three of us. Marley is nearly one in the photo.
Babysitter: Wow, you look different.
Me: Yeah...two children will age you.
Babysitter noticeably uncomfortable and searching...
Babysitter: I mean, you don't look older. You just look different.
So, there you go. I'm not older-looking, I'm "different."
The area under my eyes that has gotten strangely darker since Kid #2? Different. The laugh lines that seem to be deepening with each passing year? Just a little odd. The dimpled pooch that used to be a flat stomach? A tad not the same. The rib cage that (I kid you not) is wider than it used to be pre-children thereby giving me the hot, sexy shape of a prepubescent boy? I'd say -- divergent.
That's fine. Only a few more years, and I can officially start living vicariously through my daughter.