Audrey will turn three tomorrow. I want to say that I can’t believe it, but really I can. Though it’s kind of crazy to think about how quickly things change—remember when Audrey was a baby? Remember when Owen turned three? Remember when Owen wasn’t three but we faked it because we’re bad people?

(What’s that? No, you don’t remember any of that because I had approximately two readers back then, one of whom was my husband? Well, that’s what this post is for, I guess.)

Ah, the good old days! Actually, I think they’re all good old days, just some of them are good new days. Or good now days. Or something. I’ll work on the lingo, but you follow me, yes? These are always the best days, whichever days we’re in the midst of. Or at least I like to think so.