After approximately three billion inquiries as to when it would be her birthday it finally came - and we couldn't have been more ready for the big day to get here. The morning of her birthday Ted came in and told her that she wasn't his favorite 3-year-old anymore. She laughed and squealed that she knew that because now she was his favorite 4-year-old. Man, she was excited. And so were we.
Happy Birthday to our favorite 4-year-old!
And in case you are wondering, she really is already planning her next birthday party. I'll break the news of the "every other year" policy for parties later on.