It occurs to me that I fail to mention Audrey. Truthfully, she’s a sweet, undemanding newborn who hardly ever talks back; I’m afraid our conversations are too cutesy to write about. It’s a lot of, “Who’s the cutest baby? Are you the cutest baby? Yes, you are! Do you need a diaper change? No? Okay! You’re still the cutest baby!”

She continues her lifelong struggle to learn to suck her thumb. She has made great progress, and can now get one or more fingers in her mouth, up her nose, and also poked in her eye, sometimes all at the same time.

Owen calls her a “sweet little muffin,” and plays with her nearly appropriately. Yesterday I didn’t realize I had moved out of lunging distance until I heard Owen say, “Let’s make Audrey fly!” Luckily, before I could figure out how to intervene, he announced, “Nah, she can’t fly. She’s plastic.”

Also, Abigail can totally pick her up, carry her across the house, and set her down again without doing any damage whatsoever! Who knew? And don’t ask how I found out. Though I will say there were no tears involved at all.

See? Terribly cutesy. Sorry, that’s all I got.