It was a hell of a birthday weekend, I must say. Those of us at the Tassava homestead saw pretty much every aspect of life with a little kid:
- Her great joy at being FOUR. She told me when she climbed in bed last night, "Daddy, I am now full of big-girl things that I can do." Indeed.
- Her heartwarming enthusiasm for simply being happy, whether noshing on birthday cake, flying a kite in the backyard with the neighbor girl, hugging her sister, entertaining her Nonna and Boppa, or just sitting and watching others have fun.
- Her enormous love for family and friends, near and far, young and old.
- Her whiplash-inducing changes of mind: she switched her choice of birthday-party clothes nine times in four minutes while eating lunch just before the party.
- Her harmless obstinacy: she is currently asleep in a Disney Princess nightgown which she put on - as a dress (see below) - at approximately 10 a.m. on Saturday, which means that by breakfast tomorrow she'll have worn it - excepting two half-hour baths - for about 45 hours!
- Her towering meltdowns. During the last one, four hours ago, she shrieked about a dancing video she'd asked to watch, "I do not WANT to do this video! Why won't you LET me do this video?"
- Her almost-painful adorableness.
Happy birthday, Bobo! The next four years will be just as great as these last four were!