O is now officially four years old.
Not to be a total stereotype, but how did that happen?
I can't get over how tall she is, how strong she is, and how much she looks like a kid (where did my little toddler go?)
And I can't get over how much she acts like a kid. She is incredibly silly. Like can't-stop-laughing silly.
And she's incredibly talkative. Like for-the-love-of-God-please-stop-talking talkative.
And her new favorite thing is to talk with a fake British accent while playing. Where did that come from?
And while she's incredibly sweet and always down for a hug (especially since the baby was born), she is also ridiculously sassy. Scarily so.
She loves to sing and much like her mother, she believes that the louder she sings, the better (I like to tell myself that it distracts people from noticing how atrocious my singing is).
She also has an uncanny ability to remember song lyrics and to make up some really creative ones.
She's still a massive thumb-sucker (even though we tried to get her to give it up when she turned three) and she still sleeps with a blankie every night (a minky one of course - the girl loves soft things).
But best of all, O just loves life and her excitement at even the smallest of things makes me smile nearly every day.
So happy birthday, O! I may be a bit biased but I happen to think that you're pretty freaking awesome!