Ivy is anxiously awaiting the new baby. Since her birthday is relatively close to the birth of the new baby, she has been telling people, “after my birthday, then the baby comes out.” Ivy has been going to a music class with a friend and apparently loves it, although I haven’t gone with her. She likes to pretend she is someone else, like a mommy, or a doggy, or Mola (a make-believe friend) or a dinosaur (my personal favorite—she just stands and growls, not realizing that her small size and cuteness completely undermines the fright of the loud noise). We tried potty-training for a while, but surprise, surprise, it didn’t last long before I gave up. (Let’s choose: my own sanity or no more diapers, hmmm…..)