The Day She Turned FOUR
Last Friday, she turned 4. She spent the entire day before squirming with excitement — “I can’t WAIT to be FOUR Mommy!” Then she woke up on her birthday morning and I asked how she felt and she said, “Um, well I don’t think I’m 4 yet? I don’t think it happened in the night that I turned 4 because I feel kinda the same and I’m not actually bigger yet.” But she was still all giddy and excited to pick out our activities for the day. Toaster Streudel for breakfast, the park to play, the mall to spend her Build A Bear money, lunch at Qdoba, nap in mom and dad’s bed, then dinner/ice cream at the best ice cream shop to celebrate her birthday and a new job offer for my husband. We ended it by building a sheet tent strung to the ceiling and they giggled and slept happily. Goodness beyond Goodness.
We went strawberry picking the day before her birthday and it occurred to me that she will likely always associate strawberries with her birthday because the end of May and early June are prime strawberry picking time around here. She requested a Strawberry Shortcake themed party and while we don’t go nuts on the accoutrements for birthdays, we did resurrect the pretty pink poms and get some actual Strawberry Shortcake plates and make a strawberry cake for her party with family the day after her birthday.
At Four She Says…
Colors She Likes: Orange and Blue and Pink and Red and Green
Favorite Thing To Do: Play Outside and Go to the Mall
Favorite Thing To Eat:Spaghetti and Meatballs and Tomato Soup
Favorite Kind of Art: PAINT!
Favorite Toy: Balloons
Favorite Thing To Play: House Outside
Makes Her Happy: Bunny
Feeling Today: Happy
Favorite Thing About Herself: That I love my little brother Nicholas.
And just in case birthday posts make you feel sentimental, read this post. I was doing just fine writing this post, not thinking at all about her getting bigger or about going to kindergarten in just over a year or all of the things that we’ve been so blessed to witness as she’s grown into the sweetest(most of the time!), sassiest, independent, imaginative, joyful little girl over the past four years. Then I started flipping around my tabs as I was writing and opened that in my reader and just started crying. For she is now, unequivocally, a little girl. Her posture and her demeanor, the way the length of her body no longer even remotely fits curled into the curve of mine when we carry her sleeping, her thoughts and convictions in life – the baby is gone and she is officially a girl.