As I mentioned, today was Audrey’s birthday. And—unless I’ve forgotten something—we had a great day. The kids were all up super-early (I guess that part wasn’t great, now that I think about it), mostly because Abigail and Owen wanted to give Audrey the presents they’d made for her. Abigail had beaded a necklace, Owen and I made a pilot bunny.

Our pilot bunny, I will tell you right now, is the winnie-the-pooh-iest looking creature I’ve ever seen outside an A.A. Milne book. Well, or it would be, if winnie-the-pooh was partly made of an overstuffed baseball. Because Owen wanted to make the bunny a sort of natural-white-ish color with red stitching. Oh my. Audrey loves it. (So does Owen, truth be told.)

We had a small parade of adoring relatives stop by and/or call to wish Audrey a happy day. She is, for her part, absolutely thrilled to be three, and was delighted to be reminded of it over and over all day long.

And now the kids are all asleep, and I am eating homemade whole-wheat cinnamon rolls. (These are, I understand, a nonsensical creation; why bother with the whole wheat dough if you’re going to basically fill it with brown sugar? But I do. I think maybe I end up with less guilt about the sugar that way.) Hooray for birthdays!

Hmm. It occurs to me that we now have three kids over three. Is there a merit badge for that, do you think?