Where'd our baby go?

I feel like I blinked and our baby Natalie turned into our little girl Natalie. She's tall, she's trim(mer), she's talking...and it's as if it happened overnight. The only time she still reminds me of the baby she (just yesterday?) was is when she's in the bathtub. When her hair is wet, her little girl bangs and long wavy blonde hair disappear and all that is left is that little, thank-goodness-it's-still-round-and-meaty baby face. I love it. It's too bad bath time is at the end of the day when I'm too tired to let it go on for hours because it's like a little sudsy time capsule.

Natalie is forever asking where something or someone went..."where'd Daddy go?", "where'd Charlie go?", "where'd my wawtoh bottoh go?"...when she's looking for her baby doll and says "where'd my baby go?"...I just look at her and think, "Ditto!"