My babies are 17 and 14. I remember those days, though. You will not forget them.

When I was a baby I smiled at my mom like way earlier than kids are supposed to start smiling. I don't know the timetable though that's just what she's told me.

I used to also apparently always give people behind me (when I was being held) a taunting grin, as if to say "you wish you were a baby like me."

Mine are 21, 21, 18, 16, and 13. I was saddened when I drove by Wal-Mart and saw the plastic pools we used to by when the 21 yo were 3. Good times.

Man Czech I had no idea you had 5 kids and 3 of them are of college age. Don't have any kids myself but there is a little matter of 3 cats.

My 154 month old daughter thinks it just hilarious that her dad plays an "online game" that involves "chatting" with people all over the world just to decide where to move tanks and boats. And hearing her laugh about it makes me laugh.

@zultar: I know its hard to admit they're growing up, but at what point will you measure her age in years instead of months? Because for me, once she hit 12 months, I no longer wanted to do the math. I think her mom continued until about 18 months, but then she was no longer capable of doing the math!

@synapse 154 months means shell be 13 in June - I know you struggle with numbers ... 2 ft tall person on a 2foot tall box can see over a 6 foot fence ... What?

LOL @ the Synapse comment. That was just random.

Oh, I don't actually think in terms of months, but I thought people would like the story better if it was about a 23 month old toddler instead of two and a half. Actually, I've taught my daughter to say "two and a half" when people ask her how old she is. Two seems disingenuous, and three is way too much of a rounding error.

Zultar, time to give up the age in months, lol. My son is about the same age he was born 1/30/11. I completely relate to your opening story, it's literally every night something funny/cute, it makes you not want them to grow up.

Another funny story (at least to me):
She was using the potty and she had been on there for a while, so I told her "One more minute" while waiving my finger at her.
She furrowed her eyebrows and said "ONE MORE MINUTE" in a deeper voice while waiving her finger at me. I just lost it right then. :)

@Gen. Lee, I know what you mean.
It goes by really quickly. It feels like it was just last week that I just brought her home from the hospital you know. And now, she talks in complete sentences most of the time (there are times where it's hard to understand her because she can't pronounce certain words).

Favorite word that I'm trying to teach her to say: "Epistemology."
It usually ends up sounding like eeishooology. She's trying at least.
But she can say "algebra" really well.

@Czech, is there a story behind the 21 and 21? Did you adopt or had two wives at the same time, or were you just that good? :)

Wow, I just thought twins, lol

I'm not that smart. I prefer more interesting scenarios. :)

Our oldest daughter was three when her first sister was born. We overheard the older sister telling her 2-week-old sibling the facts of life:
"Someday, Abby, you're going to die. Mm-hmm. We're alllll going to die."

So morbid it was hilarious.

Same kid, about the same age, looks out the window for a long time, very seriously, and finally announces, "You know, I think the grass is greener on *our* side of the fence."

LOL @ Flemgem. That first story is an awesome story. I rarely give out +1, but you have received my 5th +1s.

My wife gets upset when I talk about death with my daughter.
When my daughter was a year and a half old, she saw a dead bird on a tree on our block. She was curious and wanted to touch it. We said no, of course. About a few weeks later, we walked by the same tree, and I asked her, "Do you remember the bird? The dead bird?" My daughter was sad and got a little teary. My wife glared at me for a while. I think I banned a few people that night.

I always think a little morbid humor is good for the soul, but apparently a lot of people don't take it that way.

My in-laws a church goers. One Xmas day they are eating dinner at our house. I'm coming back into the dinning room from the kitchen, both my in- laws have their backs to me and my son can see me clearly. My mother-in-law asks my son, "and who's birthday is it today?"

I see my son has no idea so I try to help him by out stretching my arms in the sign of the cross.

"Is it stretch Armstrong?" My son says.

Happy days.