I agree. My little guy is about to turn two. I'm like, "Holy cow, it has been two years!" I can't believe how fast it has been going. I have to say that I do enjoy my son a lot more now than I did when he was a rug rat. He walks, he parrots words, he says silly things, and he is a goofy little guy. It is kind of hard to image life just a little over two years ago before I knocked-up my wife. Things sure are a lot more complicated, but I think it is worth it. I just know that if I don't pay attention I'm going to be at his college graduation before I know it.

So true!  Six years ago, I had a new born baby boy - he's now 6 and going into first grade!  Something else to make me feel older....my nephew just turned 12 years old....it seems like yesterday he was running around our house naked as a jay bird after his bath.... as we baby sat him while my sister-in-law had her second child, now 10!  To add age to me already, the first born grandchildren in my husband's family are now in college!  They are 21 and will be 20 in December.  They were just toddling in diapers  - and one was just born -  when I came into their lives....I was talking to my sister-in-law about this exact topic this morning, as we talked about the party being planned for Nate's 12th birthday.  Yikes, in 6 more years, he'll be 18 and I'll have a 12 year old and 10 year old!  Time seems like it has just hit fast forward since children...cherish the little things, like hand prints on the walls, windows and bathroom mirrors....soon they'll be gone and the kids won't want you to hug or kiss them in front of their friends anymore! 

My son, James,  is 2 1/2 years old.   He runs fast, climbs on everything, and now he knows how to swim.  I do realize that they grow up fast.  Too fast.  It seems like only yesterday he was a little, slobbery baby "going to town" in his little bouncer.    I do realize that MY BABY is not going to be a baby for much longer.  As hard as that hits me, you know what hits even harder?  When my 12 year old rolls his eyes at me or when he decides to go MIA when he is supposed to be on his way from a friends house.  On those days when I am slowly driving down every street, on every block in my neighborhood, looking for a couple of kids strolling down the street and praying that one of them is mine and that he is safe (so I can stop being terrified that something has happened to him and can finally be mad at him for not being where he is supposed to be) I realize that these transitions are just the beginning.  This is just the start for both of my babies and I actually am excited for all of us.