Someday I will write a post about T at age four. She is such a fun busy girl. This post will just feature the events of her actual Birthday and the days before it.
After the friends left the "Bridal" party T got to open her presents from all the grand parents, her cousin, my aunt and uncle etc. Brandon's parents sent gifts in the mail.
T: I LOVED my princess sticker book! |
T: Now I really look like a gymnast! |
T: Everyone wanted to play with my magnatiles! (They are still quite a hit) |
M: Grandma Kathy and Grandpa Daryl watched me get on the bus. |
T: I wanted a picture too. I wasn't wearing clothes so I covered up with Tired. |
T: I am four FOR REAL! |
T: I felt very fancy on my Birthday! |
T: We celebrated my Birthday at school (another batch of cupcakes) and I got this crown! |
One thing I have to share about T is her "Can I do ________ on my Birthday?" and "Can I have __________ for my Birthday?" questions. For about 10 months before her Birthday she was asking for 100's of things for her Birthday. One time at a shopping trip to Kohl's she asked for several hundred things in one setting. We started to just say yes to her questions. A couple of weeks before her Birthday I began to panic. I was worried she would be so let down by her actual Birthday gifts. I asked her what she really wanted for her Birthday and she said "I want a Mexican Dancing Dress and a swimsuit like yours." Thanks to Amazon I was able to get both! We also got many gifts from Dollar Tree. I even wrapped up some of my old toys to pass on to her. She was THRILLED to walk into the family room after school and see all of her gifts!
T: I couldn't wait to open them! |
T: Thanks Rose and Jeff! |
T: Yahoo! |
T: Check out my shoes! |
T: the HAIR!!!! |
T: New squeaky shoes! |
T: Barbie clothes! |
T: I really wanted Princess paper! |
T: I want to spin Mommy... Hurry! |
T: Here I go! |
T: It twirls really well! |
T: Everyone was calling me (on her pretend phone) to say Happy Birthday! |
The girls! |
M: I took this picture of Daddy and Curt! |
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