Where did my baby go?

In the process of getting ready for my sonogram later this afternoon I am sitting here in the bathroom watching my "baby" play in the bath tub. Except, she's really not so much of a baby any more.

For one thing she is proudly telling me that she tooted in the bath tub. Babies don't do that. LOL!!! Also I am sitting on the toilet with my lap top - watching over her with care, however she no longer requires a hovering hand. I am looking at her and wondering...

Excuse me a moment, I need to go take the plug from her and put it back in the drain.... Ok, where was I? Oh yes!

I am looking at her and wondering where my fat mostly bald baby went to? I see the same impish expressions, but this girl is longer with curly hair that goes just past her shoulders when wet. When her hair is frizzy she looks kinda like she has a mullet. She talks a LOT and has a great sense of humor. She wears big girl underwear and uses the toilt. She's still a baby yet, not a baby. It has all gone way too fast!

This stage that Sarah is in now is my favorite of all the stages. Yet I find myself wishing I could go back and hold each of my little babies just a little longer. To feel once more the weight of them in my arms. To hear their crys. To wipe the trail of drool off of their chins. To hear their baby laugh. Just for a minute, that's all...