Where does the time go?

It wasn't all that long ago that we brought a very fragile, breakable, completely dependant, or so we thought, little baby boy home from the hospital. So tiny, we thought moving him would break him. He cuddled with his Auntie Erin for hours and she didn't even have to hold onto him. He would just lay against her and snooze. I found one of his extra newborn diapers today and can't believe he's already in a size 3. The newborn size looks so small now. He had to eat every 2 hours and cried just as often. He woke in the night every couple hours. Jeff and I took turns rocking him back to sleep after midnight meals. Going out to run errands was a huge ordeal. Took 2 hours just to get ready and then we still wouldn't have what we needed. Smiles were rare and priceless.

Now, almost 10 months old, he has been in the world longer than he was inside my belly. Carter babbles up a storm, BA-BA, MA-MA, DA-DA, HI, BA-NAAAA (Banana?). He recognizes family and looks for his daddy in the morning when we come down stairs. He likes to talk to Grammy and Grampy on the phone. He loves the kitties. He crawls. He stands with help and walks between furniture. He is trying to stand on his own now. Carter has 2 teeth, and tries to feed himself now with his spoon. He feeds himself finger foods like bananas, crackers, pancakes, etc. (By the picture below you can tell he misses his mouth a lot) He squirms out of my arms and you have to hold tight or he will jump. He reaches out for us to cuddle. He sleeps through the night. He smiles all the time but now when he finds something funny or sees someone he likes, they aren't rare but still as priceless. His infancy is speeding past. How is this possible when the days seem so long but the months fly by?

Where does the time go?