Four

My baby.

My baby is no longer a baby.  She’s past toddlerdom.  She’s a little girl.  My baby is now a little girl.  She’s 4.  Four is officially the “little girl” age because it’s the year she starts school.  Fingers crossed, it’s the year she stops using Pull Ups.  It’s the year she’ll learn to write the alphabet.  She’ll learn to ride a bike.  She’ll learn her phone number and maybe her address.  She’ll learn about Stranger Danger and about making friends. 

She’ll go on her first big family trip.  She’ll meet Cinderella, her long-time hero.  She’ll meet Mickey and Minnie and ride her first big ride. 

If at all possible, she’ll grow more and more beautiful.  She’ll get taller, her feet bigger, her hair longer.  

She’s my little girl, but she’ll always be my baby.

Today was my baby’s birthday.  She wanted to wear her hair in a side ponytail because a straight-back pony is sooo Age Three. 

  

Eirinn’s final decision on Theme was Mickey Mouse.  Had to do Disney.  Did Princesses last year.  We don’t duplicate in this house.  Mickey it is.  It didn’t really matter what the Theme because anything goes with my punch and my punch is always invited.

  

As per usual, my mom and sister made a gorgeous cake.  Of course, I had to have a hand in the design, but the construction and assembly was all them.  Only this year they had a helper – Eirinn made the cake (mostly) herself.  She was fantastically proud and made sure everyone knew that she didn’t just pick out the flavour, she made it herself.

  

This was the last birthday party I could get away with not having a house full of screamy little girls.  That makes me sad.  Not because “woe, the passage of time…”, but because “woe, I already have two screamy little girls, I need a house full of them like I need a hole in the head.”  So I enjoyed this one. 

My prediction is that next year won’t be the same.  But for this year, I enjoyed Eirinn’s special day.  I hope she did, too.

My baby.

My Little Girl.

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8 thoughts on “Four

  1. So, so, sweet! I got weepy as I read your post. I know what it’s like when your baby is not a baby anymore but deep down they always will be! PS I love the cake!!

  2. Awww man, I got all verklempt reading this. I only have one little girl (my oldest) and she just turned 11. This makes me long for the salad days of 4. She used to think I was kind of neat back then. Now she just rolls her eyes.
    Perhaps today I’ll take a moment to remind her that her 4th birthday consisted of a “SPIRIT” horse cake and a visit to the stable.
    That Mickey cake is FANTASTIC by the way. I’ll stop using caps lock now, sorry.

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