I can't say that four is my favorite age. In fact it's one of my least favorite. All the mood swings and tantrums because "I want to do it my self-but it's not working like I want it too!" Ug.
Julia is right in the middle of this lovely age. Able to crumple to the floor in a wailing heap of despair at the sight of a small pile of corn on her dinner plate. The up side of four is that they say hilarious things that almost make up for the tantrums. Here are a few gems from the last week or so:
J: Mommy, your earrings are so beautiful, can I have earrings like yours when I grow up?
M: Sure.
J: Mommy you're so beautiful with your earrings I'm going to call you Isabelle from now on!
J
(out of the blue from the back of the van): Mommy? I really want one of my brothers to be my hon when I grow up....maybe...Philip.
This was preceded by a conversation weeks ago that girls don't marry their brothers.
J
(having enjoyed a Rapunzel doll we found at a garage sale all day): Mommy, if we move to a high castle I'll grow my hair to the ground so we can get down!
This, about two days after her haircut!
Please excuse her bubbling. I still can't get a nice picture!