Beep-beep, beep-beep, yeah!

Audrey is winding down for the day by driving around the living room in circles, lurching and crashing into walls. Scott made a quiet comparison to my driving, and then looked away fast when I turned to give him my Death Stare. We danced to some Louis Armstrong, and then a little Moby. Now she's babbling a blue streak-- today the new sound of choice is a "th" sound.

But back to this whole topic of driving. I would wish for my daughter that she never drive like I drive, like a nervous, crazy grandma. And that she learn to drive, for heaven's sake, before she's almost 30. I want her to learn while she's still young enough to feel invincible, and to have that confidence tempered by a healthy fear of what will happen if she wrecks mom and dad's car.

Big week coming up: Grandma Jean is visiting and Audrey turns ONE on Wednesday. I plan to post many photos and clever musings. And somehow this week I will find extra time, between the sofa cushions, with all the loose change.