It was bath night, and it went as any other bath time would. Splashing. Playing. Tickling. Standard bath-time antics. As with most things, she's been more and more independent in the tub, attempting to wash herself and so on.

After we were done, picked her up as she made exaggerated "Brrrr!" sounds. Baby laid her head on my shoulder as we turned around to walk out of the bathroom.

"Baby" she said, catching our reflection in the mirror. Her hair was soaked as she rested in my arms, smiling with her legs hanging out of the baby-sized towel she once neatly fit in.

"Claire," I said, "I wish I could take our picture right now." She smiled back.

"Buh bye!" Baby announced.

I stared back. "Not yet?" I asked, "Maybe stay a little longer?"

"Buh bye!" she declared again.

I stood there, wondering how eighteen months could go by so fast.

"Bye bye, Baby" I said.

The Little Girl laughed and snuggled in close under the towel. I tickled her and she kicked her legs and laughed some more.

We left the mirror and went to get her ready for bed.