My baby's growing up!

Not only can Punk roll, grab her fat little feet, and almost sit up, she's now reaching for things, scooching to get where she wants to go and . . .
SHE'S EATING BABY FOOD!
(sob)
My last little baby heathen is growing up much too fast. And she's happy to do it.
I feel myself agin every second, growing more and more decrepit because my baby's are pushing their way out of the nest, one toe at a time.
Bug will be four this year.
Boo is potty training.
Bug is finally finishing potty training.
Punk is just looking less like a cuddly newborn and more like a baby hell's angel.
I'm going to go lay down.
I just can't face this now.