I know my experience is not unique; all parents have some sense of the fleeting time they have with their children.
Isaac is all grown up to me: about three weeks ago he declined sleeping with his "froggies" and has never gone back. He doesn't even suck his thumb much anymore. I've finally accepted that maybe he doesn't need a nap anymore, either (even if I do). And tonight he did something I never thought would happen: he ate salad with me. I watched in awe as the first leaf of lettuce ever to stay in his mouth was chewed and swallowed. He ate it all! Maybe there's hope for Jared? Nah.
As for Noah, his dropped nap and dropped milk feeding have given me a feeling that babyhood will soon be over. After all, he is one (and boy, can he be a picky eater!).
I confess I do have some comforts despite all of this. Today and yesterday, being the windiest days we've experienced here yet, we went outside for "adventures"-- Isaac still wears and loves his cape. Especially when it blows in the wind. I think he gives hope to all who see him ("Excuse me, is that a superhero?")...what a guy! And Noah is still walking and talking the baby way. It's not what I want for eternity, but I still want to enjoy it. You know?