Well, there it is. Proof positive that I suck as a blogger AND a mommy. I haven't updated in weeks and I didn't wax poetic about my bug's 4th birthday to the internets. Since I've turned 40 I've learned that I suck at a lot of things. When I was 20, I thought I was awesome at EVERYTHING. 20 years makes a big difference.
So yes, the Bug turned four and I can hardly believe it. (I waxed poetic privately. Just because it didn't happen on line doesn't mean it didn't happen. ) We're probably giving the kid a massive complex because Grinch and I keep staring at her. We don't expect her to spontaneously burst into flames or give us the winning lottery numbers, though that would be cool. (The numbers, not the flames.) We just can't stop looking at her because....well...she's four.
"Are you sure?" Grinch asked me as the bug and dos giggled over one of her birthday presents.
"Sure of what?" I asked.
"That she's four."
"We must have miscounted."
"How'd she turn four?"
(counting on my fingers) "2006, 2007...yeah...that's four years."
"She's a little kid. She went from a baby to a little kid, like...." Bug's ears perked up at this.
"I'm not a little kid! I'm a big girl! I'm four! Four, four, four!" and off she hop, hop, hopped like a bunny, hugging her new dolly.
Our little girl. Our baby bug. She's four.