If you scroll way, way down, to the bottom of the page, you'll see a little time line type thing that keeps track of Harper's age.
It appears she's about a week away from turning three.
(Holy cow, how did that happen?)
Just to keep things interesting, and to let us know that age two still has a curve ball or two to throw us, Harper decided to invent a new member of our family this week.
As of Monday, Harper has an imaginary friend.
Her hair is pink.
Her eyes change colors.
And her name is Barbecue. Although sometimes Harper calls her Babycue instead.
Barbecue is not always a good listener, likes to play tag with Harper, and insists her seatbelt be buckled at all times.
Barbecue's influence, good vs. bad, has yet to be determined.
Barbecue is three, but on her birthday she'll be two. Harper says she's going backwards.
Welcome to the family Barbecue.