Owen says: “I was three years old last night, and today I woke up and I was four! And tomorrow I’ll be five!”
Umm, no, it doesn’t work like that. Fortunately!
Happy Birthday, Owen Michael Shnookerdoodle.
Kate is a mobile baby!! I put her on the rug, and she’s worked her way over to the exersaucer (after about an hour)!
Uh oh. Better get started on that childproofing…