Happy birthday my girlies!
They are finally – FINALLY – two!
No, nothing dramatically changed – no flashing lights or fairy dust.
They still kvetch and say cute things, have the occasional accident and tear the house apart. But it’s still a milestone of sorts.
Sir G is settled into a more predictable routine; we’re all having fewer meltdowns (yes, me included).
So life is still crazy. I STILL have 3 kids under the age of three. But still.
That’s better than 3 under 2, right?