When my baby, isn't a baby anymore...

So, the past few days Ken and I have been noticing what a little boy Abe is becoming. He is no longer a little infant, but quickly becoming a toddler. His top front teeth (all 6 of them!) are getting big enough that you see them when he smiles. He is so mobile and is crawling all over the place. He has learned to move from sitting to crawling and then back to sitting, which has made him really independent in his play. He loves trucks and has some big Tonka trucks I brought home from my classroom that are his new favorite toys. He's already starting the "I want", "I want now" and "I want to do it myself" stages of life. I gave him some Gerber Graduate snacks on his high chair tray the other day and was doing some things around the kitchen. I looked over and his tray was empty. This happens a lot because he knocks all the pieces off. I took off the tray to get the pieces from his seat and put them back and there weren't any pieces to get!! He'd eaten them all, by himself without dropping any! He's not nursing at all now, and even holding his bottle by himself, which I think is causing me a little seperation anxiety. Anyway, it is fun to watch him learn and grow, but the mother inside me is a little sad to see my baby stop being a baby (I'm sure all you kindred mothers understand).