Where does the time go?

I have noticed that the general public tends to assume that Gabe is my first child, as a typical follow-up to the usual beginner-walking-cuteness comments tends to include something about me having no idea how fast the time will fly. Of course I respond with a friendly, "Oh yes, it certainly does. My oldest is about to turn 7." SEVEN! That's right. My baby. Well, one of my babies. Anywho, I want to say, don't forget Tommy! Of course time probably will fly even faster with Gabe. Have I mentioned how much I love them both? Once or twice?