Seven Months Old!

Wow, my little baby no longer feels like a baby.. she feels like a little girl. She is now seven months (two days ago). She is now closer to a one year toddler then to a newborn. I constantly find myself asking: "How did time go by so fast? How have I been here everyday, but feel like every moment has passed too quickly? Will I remember every detail of everyday and every accomplishment--- no matter how significant or insignificant that event may seem?"
This has been another month of firsts for my little babycakes. She has learned to bring herself in a sitting position without any help. She has learned to pull herself up to stand in the crib. She has learned to pull herself up in the even harder (no bars to grab) playpen. She's still stubborn and refusing to crawl, &prefers to hold the bars of the crib and scoot her way from one side to the other. She has learned to wave her little hand to say "hello" to people. She enjoys an occasional meal every other day or so, but she is still fully and completely attached (pun intended) to my breasts. She has had another growth spurt recently and: gained a few inches, outgrown all her shoes, and moved up a snap on her cloth diapers. She is just about impossible for me to carry in a sling now.. she's a bit heavy for this short &small mama (oh the backaches and arm workouts!) She's still teething, but lacking the teeth. She still loves baths, pulling hair, squeezing faces, and putting all toys and objects in her mouth. She has the most amazing hand-eye coordination and pick a thread up on one easy try. She's still completely lovable and for the most part-- she's in good spirits on the day to day. Even spending everyday with her I am able to see the subtle (and some not so subtle) changes happening. I can see her grow grow grow. Even during the hardest days, difficult evenings, and sleepless nights: I am happy to be here raising her and I'm happy and so in love with the fact that I get to experience every ever-so-quickly passing moment with her.