My youngest child is five years old.
She is busy and precocious and fearlessly hurtles herself into life. It's bittersweet joy to watch her, my last baby, grow up so quickly.
But when she sleeps, she is still little. Or, little(r).
Don't ever tell me your one-year-old or your two-year-old (or three or four-year-old!) is not a baby anymore. They so are. They so are.