#1, #1-giggles, #1-wizzy, Pumpkinhead.
Seriously, I don’t even know how we got to FOUR already. I’m quite certain I was just holding you in my arms. I remember your third birthday and your second birthday (the one where we brought your sister home from the hospital and you were so happy), and your first birthday and the day you were born like it was yesterday.
It should be illegal to grow up this fast.
You have the funniest, and sassiest personality. You can turn on the sweet or sour in an instant. Or maybe it’s sugar or spice.
You went on a Ferris Wheel and scared the crap out of me. But, you loved it. And, to see that joy? I’d do it again. Just not until next year, okay?
See? There’s that silly personality again.
You think you can negotiate with me. Little do you know, I don’t negotiate. One day, you will learn!
You ask me to take your picture. And, you give me your best picture smile. We’ll work on that nose scrunching later.
You are as sweet as can be when it comes to your sister (well, like 95% of the time). You look out for her, and always make sure to kiss her good bye and good night. You also influence her to do things that aren’t so good; like calling your cup “cupy”, milk “milky”, blowing bubbles with your straw, and climbing on the ropes at Stone Mountain. She looks up to you even more than you could ever imagine.
You have fabulously curly red hair…and freckles…and you wouldn’t be you without them. We constantly tell you how much we love you, your hair, your freckles and more (and it couldn’t possibly be because I’m worried that kids will make fun of you later for them, because that never happened to me).
Like your sister, and mommy, you love your candy, and treats. It’s pretty much all the motivation you need for anything. Your teachers always tell us you eat all of your food and ask for seconds. You definitely don’t have mommy’s metabolism.
You are reading several books (well, your teacher calls it “decoding”) at school, and have read them to us, your sister, and really anybody else that comes over to our house. And, if you will allow me to brag, you are at the 99th percentile for your age when it comes to school and your class. And, of course, it makes mommy and daddy beam with pride. You have many friends in your class and are learning to try all of the time.
Oh, and have I mentioned how much you love your sister? Because, really, you do.
I cannot wait to see you as a bigger big sister.
It’s been fun so far…I can’t imagine what year FIVE has in store for us.
We love you!