It’s Spring of 2016 and I find myself emerging slowly from the thick and delicious fog of new motherhood. Baby number two now sleeps through the night and baby number one is no longer a baby. I blinked and she’s not even a toddler anymore – she’s a bona fide little girl… All blonde, blonde hair and long legs and an attitude to match. And it’s a beautiful life.

It’s a beautiful, messy, exhausting, messy, exhilarating, frustrating, messy, wonderful life, and while I lose my cool at least three times a day (and my keys more frequently than that), I’m grateful for...