Two

Yesterday my youngest turned two.  Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him eating lunch with his sister, slipping the dog his crackers, like nothing has changed.  But it has, because he's no longer a baby at all, but a goofy, snuggly, gorgeous TWO-year-old.  Completely different from a goofy, snuggly, gorgeous 23-month-old.  

He makes me so happy.  I wish he'd stop growing so damn fast, but he truly is the best third baby anyone could ever hope for.