Greetings from the household of a 3-year-old. She kicked off her fourth trip around the sun in April (it’s been a while since we’ve chatted, I know…), and it’s as if a switch was flipped with the whispered whoosh of those extinguished candles. We’re potty trained. We’re putting our clothes on by ourselves. We’re sleeping with a pillow and a blanket. We’re still doing this thing where she is we. I’ll outgrow it before it becomes obnoxious. And it’s not as if I was expecting the worst of age three, but all things considered, she’s been a delight. The first few … Read More