Back from a trip that grew longer than planned. After Thanksgiving week, The Little Bean and I spent a nice few days with my mother, my sister, her husband, and The Flower Girl, who got herself a personality since I saw her in October. She smiles, coos with great intensity and purpose, and pushes up with her two-month-old legs. She’s a feisty one.

Home again with the laundry and the clutter and the three-year-old who’s not satisfied with any of his pre-vacation activities. Have I mentioned to you prospective or new parents out there to forget anything anybody tells you about the Terrible Twos? Age three is when the grease hits the pan.