is about to turn three. I’m getting somewhat nostalgic for her babyness. She was such a sweet baby. She’s still generally sweet, but she’s not above hurling canned goods at my head or screaming at me, “YOU NEBBER IN YOU LIFE I NO MORE LIKING YOU BAD BABY MAMA POOPOO HEAD I NO NEBBER ANY AGAIN!!!!”

Yesterday she and Willow had the stomach flu. At three a.m. Soph needed some toast, so we camped out on the couch and watched Little Bill (which I can hardly stand to do because I just keep feeling sad that Gregory Hines died).

I have to go tidy up now that Sophie and Willow are in here helping me.