A couple weeks back my oldest turned four. Totally crazy!
Of course I had/am having the whole teary-eyed, lip-quivering “my baby’s four” thing going on, but for now I won’t go all basket case on you.
I just want to do a quick little recap. This way as I age and lose my sanity one girly dramatic moment at a time, I won’t forget Layla’s fourth!
True she was born on a single day in March. However, this year, by the time we partied with our own little immediate family, our extended family, and her little friends, the event would be more accurately described as a birth month rather than birth-day.
We hit the aquarium. (Love the manta rays!)
The inflatable playroom. (Layla bouncing and giggling with friends…priceless!)
Chuck E. Cheese. (Going on a weekday for lunch? Awesome. Nobody’s there!)
The ice cream shoppe. (Mommy’s idea. Have I mentioned ice cream is my Kryptonite?)
And of course, had the whole family over to our house. (Love the chaos and laughter!)
Here’s the cake I made that brought me a bit of anxiety…
The cute fabric banner I found on clearance at Target. Less than two bucks, Ladies and Gents! Score.
And the birthday girl’s response after the mere 30 second effort of putting it up…
The two week marathon of birthday festivities finally came to a close.
We ended last weekend just the four of us again.
Swinging on swings.
Sliding down slides. (Mommy’s bum found the wet one!)
And calling out to the birds in the trees.
Then I looked in front of me and saw this…
How did this…
Become that? Soooo fast!
Sean and I laid awake that night recalling all the memories made over the previous two weeks. But I couldn’t help but think of that little girl on the swing.
Her dainty fingers.
Her stormy-colored eyes.
Her legs that seemed to have stretched overnight.
And suddenly I wished to make one little birthday request myself…