My baby girl is three today. Three years old! Time flies. She’s grown up a lot in the past couple months.
Most recently, she graduated entirely from pullups, her decision that she was ready. She meows expressively, emulating Gary the snail from Spongebob Squarepants, and it’s the cutest thing ever.
We’ll have cake at grandma’s tomorrow, but I was thinking of making an allergen-free one today. No eggs? No dairy? It can be done! We’ll see. I also got soy ice cream and lemon sorbetto, both safe for Henry, if not democracy. They can at least have those, and won’t know the difference. We did presents already, since Deb is working 2 to 11 PM to accomodate my goofy job and make the dream of adequate sleep closer to reality all around.
Next up will be my (gack!) 48th birthday. How’d that happen? Then Henry will be 2 (he was 18 months yesterday, speaking of), and Sadie will be – holy cow! – 5.