"The Babies" and I in the Nursery...

Yesterday, the kids and I found ourselves in Tommy's nursery, just hanging out on the floor. I decided to pull some old baby towels and washcloths out of the drawers, since I've been meaning to throw them away and, at this point, they would basically clean Tommy's big toe.
"Whose are these, mom?" Lucy asked.
"They were yours when you were a little tiny baby. See the cute little pink flowered ones? I remember giving you a bath with those."
"Where was Tommy?" she asked.
"He wasn't born yet..."
"He WASN'T?" (all bright eyed) "So who sat on the other side of the stroller?"
All of a sudden I found myself sad. Sad about the little washcloths. Sad about my little nursery that I worked so hard to prepare and make "just right" only 3 1/2 years ago.
I've been having a hard time since Tommy turned 18 months old a few weeks ago. I just can't really believe it. Suddenly, he is closer to two than one. He talks a lot now, and has opinions about things! He's getting to be a big boy. Lucy was out of her crib at 22 months, for god's sake! Could that time really be drawing near for the Tomma? Let's hope not...
On that nursery floor, I made them both crawl onto my lap and I gave them both the biggest hugs on earth.
"I love you guys very, very much!"
Lucy replied with, "I love you very, very much too, mom."
I'm not quite ready for them to not be babies anymore. And no, I don't necessarily wish for another baby. I just want these two to stay little just a while longer.
Later, after the kids were in bed, Matt stumbled upon Lucy's 18 month picture from Sears and threw one in my lap. I couldn't believe it...she was Tommy's age in those pictures! And then, I semi-panicked because I felt like I didn't really remember in an instant, what she was like at that age. I grabbed my photo albums, flipped to the pages of that time and perused the pics of that Christmas. And then I sat back down, relieved that I had those to remind me.
So what do I do? Keep soaking it all in, I guess. Appreciate every single day with this two little wads of love. Keep stopping to smell the flowers. Be o.k. with doing nothing. And play in the rain on a Monday afternoon, for no reason...