Where did she go?

Where did my baby go?
The tiny, tiny baby that would curl up and sleep wherever and whenever. The baby whose feet were so little that socks were a lost cause. The baby whose skin was so new that it was peeling.
The baby that would rest her head on my chest. The baby that was covered in soft fuzz.
The baby that kept her hands near her face all day long.
The baby whose legs were so skinny that the onesie leg holes gaped.
The tiny baby we had waited for.
She's not so little anymore! In less than 5 months, she's turned into a little person. I'm quickly noticing that she doesn't want to be held as much. She wants to get on the ground and explore, roll around and eat a toy. She still wants to be held at times, but at the beginning of the day she wants down and tries to find something to play with. She'll roll back and forth with a toy in her hands and try to get from point A to point B. It frustrates her that she can't sit up, and yet she tries to arch her way out of the bumbo seat. (And if she wasn't in a cloth diaper, would actually topple out of it.)

I want to push the pause button and yet I also want to take in every new moment. I love seeing her explore Craig's face because his whiskers are scratchy. I love watching her focus intently on bringing her hands together to wrap them around a toy. I love watching her observe the cats. I love hearing her gasp when we go outside and a cold breeze takes her breath away. I love how she takes everything in around her. I love watching the world through her eyes. Everything is new and exciting.

But seriously, when did she turn into this?Please excuse my outfit! I walk around the house in tank tops, but I loved her expression in this picture and I really don't have any photos of me with her, so this will have to do :-)