I need to confess. When I began journaling about Life With Three Under Three, I wrote this sentence, “By the fall of 2001, I had a two-year-old, a one-year-old, a miscarriage, a newborn, and a new move.”

Those numbers were wrong. What’s worse is that I actually did the math on my fingers as I typed. I counted out my children’s ages in months and arrived with the answer above. But it was wrong. My oldest was already three-years-old by the time #3 arrived.

I can blame it on my mental fogginess or I can take responsibility for perpetrating a fraud on everyone. I guess this is a fitting and humble end to my series.

Signed,
Amy the Humble(d)