Avery is active. She is on the move. She is non-stop movement, chattering and mischief. Ok, maybe it’s not mischief that she finds every piece of popsicle stick shrapnel and raw hide waste that Ella leaves on the floor. Perhaps that’s just my failure as a mom or the miserable fact that no vacuum cleaner has ever lasted more than 8 months before abso-posi-lutely crapping the bed. I kid, one made it 14 months with duct tape and prayer. And I know I am not a miserable mom, just a mediocre housekeeper. Or why don’t we say a sporadically fantastic housekeeper? Eh, how’s that for a positive spin in ’07?