Two.

Babe-O's two, by the way. It happened a couple of weeks ago.

And it turns out that having a kid that's two is waaaaaay more fun than writing a blog about having a kid that's two.

So that's where the blog posts have been lately.  

To bring everybody up to speed, Babe-O can now walk, talk, run, jump (sort of), swing, slide, sing, dance, swear, twirl, eat at the table, discipline the dog, use the potty, dress with style, spot a deer at 50 paces, nod knowingly, fasten her carseat, ride a tricycle, identify a Subaru, organize a dollhouse, unlock an iPhone, pose for the camera and thoroughly charm her daddy at least twice a day.

One of these days, Babe-O will officially become Kiddo.

But not today.