And then she was four

Who are you at four?

You "looooooovvvve" everything. You are very passionate in expressing your frequent joy over EVERYTHING, right down to something as simple as a sucker from the bank teller.

You also think everything is "DUMB!!!!" You are very passionate in expressing your frequent dislike of EVERYTHING, such as people laughing at you. Or touching you. Or looking at you. Or breathing near you. THE DRAMA. OMG.

You are an AWESOME eater - you adore candy, cake, and leftover icing when I'm decorating cakes, but you also gobble up spinach, broccoli, and grilled chicken.

You are the most wonderful cuddler in the world. You still, at four, love to be rocked, and you give lots of kisses and hugs.

You have the most fantastic sense of style. You put together some killer outfits, and you take a pair of shades wherever you go.

Baby dolls are your THING.

You love to plant flowers. You talk to them and pat them as you "put them to their beds".

You hate to do work - you will spend twenty minutes VERRRRRY SLOOOOWWLY tucking your dolls into blankets while Garrett ends up with all the hard labor, all the while INSISTING that you "ARE cleaning!!!"

You are so free spirited - while Garrett is very meticulous about coloring in the lines, coloring all horses brown and all bananas yellow, organizing his toys, and making rules for you to follow, you are right behind him doing the exact opposite - you ALWAYS color outside the lines, your horses are purple and your bananas are red, and you enjoy NOT doing whatever it is he wants you to.

You absolutely adore taking care of Delaney.

You watch an INSANE amount of television - Dora is your favorite.

You carry around your book of Fairy Tales everywhere we go.

You sing loudly and with abandon.

"You Are My Sunshine" is the song you ask for most often.

I love you, sunshine. Happy birthday!