Where did my baby go?

I've been struggling lately with the fact that Owen is no longer a little baby. I mean, he'll always be MY baby, but, he's growing up. He has finally started talking and now he doesn't stop. It's seems so funny to me that this is the same kid I had tested two months ago because he wasn't talking. Not only does he now talk, he sings! It's absolutely adorable to hear him sing "happy birthday to you!" even if it's not my birthday! And he's such a climber now. I am constantly pulling him from the counter's and tables. Next thing I know he'll be climbing out of his crib. He's even started using the potty a little. Ahhh, why can they stay little longer? I think the same thing when I look at Matthais. My first born, the child that made me a mother, how did he get so tall? Are kids suppose to be as tall as their mother when they are 10? How did he get so smart? Are kids suppose to be smarter than their mother when they are 10? Where did the time go? I swear, if you blink, another year has gone by. How do I make it slow down? My little girl, my only daughter, she'll be in first grade in 4 months. I'm not sure I'm ready to let her go to school all day. Who will cut the crust off her sandwich's at lunch? And who will hug her and tell her it's OK when her sensitive little heart is hurt? My kids are growing much faster than I want them to. Sometimes I tell them "Stop growing up! Be my little baby forever!" And cute little Millie will say back "Mom, we can't help it, we have to grow up!" And I know they do. I just wish it didn't happen so fast. I wish I had a little more time with these little ones.