- Rush home from pre-school, grab your mother and pull her into her bedroom. Dogs are allowed to stay. Dads are not!
- Get on the bed and lay down on a pillow, telling your mother in a conspiring tone, “we need to lay here to talk about SURPRISING* DADDY!” Cross your adorable little feet. Watch your mom’s heart melt.
- Ask your mom to purchase a “pinn-atta” and declare that you will fill it with “all the candy!” Decide that purchasing two pinn-attas might be a good idea. (More candy, which you will eat! Cackle with delight.)
- Remind your mother approximately 1,546 times that you need to make a cake. Offer to help blow out candles. Decide that chocolate ice cream must be purchased.
- In hushed tones, tell your mother to hide your rainbow drawings from preschool. They are a surprise for daddy’s birthday!
- Repeat daily until your father’s birthday. (Currently twelve days away.)
*There is no surprise party, but don’t let this detail derail any and all plans for surprises. The more surprises the better! Same goes for pinn-attas. And candy. And cake. Speaking of cake, did you remind your mom to make a cake??!
Four is learning to whistle along with Peppa Pig.
Four is puppet shows and pirouettes.
Four is nonsensical knock-knock jokes and pretending to read clocks.
Four is eating pb&j, cheese sticks and cereal–all before 9AM.
Four is finding loopholes in bedtime rules.
Four is big feelings, and even bigger hugs.
Four is winning at Memory and mastering big-kid puzzles.
Four is I got it!, I know!, I can do it!, and I love you you, mama.
Four is holding on tight to fleeting 6am snuggles.
Happy birthday today to my little girl (who does not seem so little anymore). I looked at what I wrote last year and I can’t believe how much my daughter has grown. I can only begin to imagine what she will be like when I write this next year. Oh, how the time flies.
And because I’m ridiculously sentimental, thinking a lot about the birth memories I shared in The Birth(day) lessons. That nesting-pregnant-woman seems like a child compared to what I have grown into during these last four years. It is truly a joy to watch how much we grow, too, hand-in-hand with our child.
I love that when we told my daughter we were having cake to celebrate grandma’s birthday, she asked which one? rather than assuming it would be for her only living grandma.
Happy birthday, grandma Diane. We love and miss you.
Three is red dragons that only fly at night time and talk like dinosaurs.
Three is why are you doing that peanut butter and jelly? Why are you hungry mommy? Why are you doing lunch? Why are you eating?….
Three is mine!
Three is no!
Three is do you see the angels mommy?
Three is climbing the big slide and not being scared.
Three is stomping a foot.
Three is “reading” a book to yourself.
Three is whispering to robots, dolls and trains.
Three is I can do it by myself!
Three is afraid of the dark.
Three is checking the hibiscus every day to see if it bloomed.
What does three look like with your child? Feel free to share your own observations! ~Sarah