Same outfit, different Zeke

Here are two pictures of me; the first one was taken while I was still at the hospital where I was born, the second one was taken last week. Same outfit, different me. There is about a nine-month gap in time between the two pictures. Clearly I have grown quite a bit, but I can't believe the doctors at the hospital let my parents take me home. What kind of poor judgement must my parents have to believe a newborn would fit into this outfit? Honestly.

The good thing is they have turned out to be decent parents (although each of them secretly harbors very large doubts). I am thriving under their care and they seem to enjoy being parents. A sort of three-way symbiosis if you will. Now where's my next meal and bottle of formula?