My youngest turned a year old today. She started walking only weeks ago and knows a few words. It feels so advanced compared to a newborn yet so primitive compared to a 3.5 year old. The sisters love each other most of the time. It’s easier and harder the second time around. The “now there are two” makes balancing anything hard but at the same time, I’ve done it before.
Happy birthday, Pumpkin. I’m so lucky I can come home during lunch break to roll around with you.