Is this really MY baby?

Do you ever have moments as a mother that you look at one of your children and think to yourself, "Who are you?  And when did you grow up?"  I have them all too often.  It makes me mad.  I feel like I have been on auto pilot and have forgotten to enjoy the journey!  Well, I had a moment like that tonight.  Take a look:

Wasn't it just last night that I brought him home from the hospital?  Now he wants to talk to me about playing with Naomi, putting on his Puma(shoes), sword fighting with his daddy, and telling me how naughty Hank is.  Maybe it is the fact that in a matter of weeks he will no longer be the baby in the family, or maybe, I am just getting really old and sentimental.  Anyway you put it I feel like it is highway robbery, and COMPLETELY unfair.  The only thing that brings me comfort is the fact that he can get old, but he will ALWAYS be my baby!  Thank goodness for that.  And Jack, thanks for bringing me such joy, and LAUGHTER!