In case you're wondering if all I blog about lately is birthdays, you're right.
My baby is turning two soon. It's been a long time since I had a two year old. Max is seven. He was a delightful two-year-old. I didn't know what the word delightful meant before I had Max. Five years is a long gap between kids, but I am in the club of moms who are happy that miracles and science teamed up and made it possible for me to have babies.
Audrey is her own special blend of sparkle, enthusiasm and obstinance. She is my sidekick with sparkling eyes and a big, engaging smile. She inherited my scowl and my shapely calves.
(You'll have to use your imagination about the calves.)
She is busy and funny and I love her. Even when she loves the dog more than she loves me. Even when she eats my lip gloss. Yes, even then.
