my baby girl is no longer a baby. she walks, she talks, she feeds herself. she falls, she screams, and she throws her food on the floor. she's growing up so quickly and it dawned on me that i might not hold another baby of my own. the days of placing my child in a comfy spot on the bed on her back and knowing she'll still be there (on her back) when i return from a mad dash to the restroom, are over. not only will she not be there in that spot when i return, she will have escaped from the bed, put on too much makeup, stolen the car keys and on her way to meet her boyfriend at the mall before i know it. oh well. this is life. but i have the 41 thousand pictures to remind me of my little baby girl.