The Big 4!

My little girl turned four today!

At 7 something in the morning. I think. Well, I'm pretty sure it was 7 something. Though 7 is my favorite number, so that might be why I'm thinking of it.

I better go check, before she grows up being told the wrong time, and then discovers by coming across her birth certificate before heading off to college that all of her previous 7 something in the morning celebrations were a sham.

How on earth do other parents remember all of their child's stats, spouting them off without having to look it all up? I've got the day down, and her weight, since she was an even 8 pounds 8 ounces, but all the rest is lost to On Demand Retrieval.

I wonder if my brain will ever be free from this cloud that seems to hang over it. It makes life fuzzy. Fuzzy's not good when you have a birthday to prepare for. Especially for a very opinionated four year old.

Which reminds me, I forgot to buy the Strawberry Shortcake plates, napkins and cups. Shoot. It was one of the things I promised to get her in exchange for not having a big party! She was fine with not having all of her friends over, as long as she could still have the paper goods of her choice. Oh, and Disneyland. A trip to Disneyland pretty much sealed the deal.

Looks like I'll be leaving work a bit early today to get her Strawberry Shortcake stuff. Which is actually good, because then I can pick up the cake early (there is nothing more exciting to my cake loving daughter than to go to Costco and construct her own cake), and then still have time to wrap the presents I forgot I hid in the coat closet when I was wrapping the other presents last night. That I thankfully remembered in the car on my way to work. That I've already written on my hand in ink so I won't forget again.

So cake and icecream tonight, (with just family and one of Gabi's good neighbor friends) and Disneyland on Saturday.

Oh, and you might have noticed how I keep mentioning Disneyland, and not ear piercing? Gabi has decided to wait until she's a little bit older for that rite of passage. Or at least until we go to Brasil again and she sees all of her little cousins sporting jewelry in their ears.

I'm kind of relieved about not having to deal with open flesh wounds, but the alternative sends me out to walk all day under the blazing sun, fighting for pictures with giant stuffed animals. Gabi's so darn excited, though, that I can't help but be a little excited myself.

Maybe it will be fun! Maybe this time I won't get sick on the teacups!