Four
I almost let today get away from me without posting a proper bloggy Happy Birthday to our baby.
Who’s no longer a baby.
Her thoughts after a full day of being four:
“I can’t believe when I grow up I’m going to have to do all the hard work and laundry and stuff!”
(I told her not to worry, we’ll give her another year.)
Happy Birthday to our favorite girl. She keeps us on our toes.
Shall we bring some dirty laundry Saturday so she can practice? Happy Birthday, Ivey!!!!!
I feel her pain – I’d totally trade with her.
Happy Birthday!!