Baby isn't such a baby anymore. He walks, heck, he runs now, has for the last 4 months. Has 12 teeth, "talks" all the time, and is just plain getting too big too fast. It's sad. Being the last baby means I'll never see these moments again. It's a bittersweet ending to my child baring years. Soon all the kids will be out of the house and have their own kids. I wish I could slow time, stop it a few days, keep my kids as kids for a little longer, but I know I can't. Boo!