For a week or two I have been meaning to write that I really like having a three-year-old and an eight-month-old: The dynamic is a lot of fun--so much more so than I ever would have imagined.
But now we all have colds, potty training progress has plateaued far from the finish, and Mary won't let me comb her hair.
(I should have written about the good feeling while I still had it.)
