So Anna's fourth birthday . . .
We try to make a big deal out of birthdays in our house. With streamers on the bedroom door, the whole family in attendance for a 6:30am wake-up serenade to the birthday girl, a new outfit to open in the morning, as many balloons as you are old, a dinner menu selected by the birthday girl, too many presents, cake, etc. etc.
All of this, though, must have pushed Anna's emotional meter over the edge because she was in time-out before 8am. And again after lunch. The following day we had a little lunch/playdate and in the balloon store she had a horrendous tantrum 2 hours before the party. I had to do a "mock" call to all of her friends' mom to tell them it was canceled. After a big talk and big tears the party was back on. Then she took the opportunity to have another tantrum or two with her friends as audience. {sigh} I tried to explain to her that just because it's your birthday you can't get away with being a brat. But I'm happy to report that she has been great the last couple days. And it makes me happy to see that this was just a birthday-induced meltdown and she hasn't turned rotten on us.
Okay, I just had to throw that in there, because her birthday story just wouldn't be complete (or accurate) without it.
On to the fun!
Next year we are going to remember that all she needs is a handful of $1 bills. This reaction was priceless!
bottom left: see the vein bulging from her neck?!
I couldn't resist bringing this back from Hawaii. There is an instructional Hula Girl DVD to go along with it.
Her cake instructions were: a pink cake with chocolate frosting and pink hearts on top. I think I did alright.
Anna at 4 years old. 38 lbs. 41.5 inches
She loves to sing Primary songs. Especially Baptism and Families Can Be Together Forever.
She got a fairy tent for her birthday and has slept inside the tent every night since.
She goes through phases where she does not want to be called Anna. If you say, "Anna" she'll firmly respond: "I am not Anna, I am girl!"
She started ballet class 2 weeks ago and it has opened up all kinds of spontaneous dancing that did not exist before.
She is really good about standing still on the stool while I do her hair. But she asks me (almost in a panic) every time, "are we not going to dry my hair and curl my hair?" I do blow-dry her hair and I do curl it with my flat iron from time to time. She always does fine and cooperates with me. I guess it's just the idea of it happening, or the time leading up to it, that drives her a little nuts.
These are some of Anna's "everyday" faces.
She loves to color. I have an extra desk next to my computer and she regularly helps herself to the printer paper. On a low shelf in my scrap room there is an old Strawberry Shortcake metal pail full of crayons from when I was a kid. I love that she can just grab the crayons - crayons that I once used - and just go for it. The desk is covered with crayon markings, but it doesn't bother me too much (I know a Mr. Clean eraser will take care of it). Usually she will ask me to draw a big heart to which she adds a face, hair, arms & legs. And no drawing by Anna is complete without a smattering of random letters across the page. She's also figured out how to use the copy feature of my printer.
She can write her name and almost all the capital letters really well.
She is loved by her brothers. Conner greets her in the school parking lot with: "how is my cute sweet Anna?" or "how is the cutest little girl in the whole wide world?" She and Payton engage in fun, pretend play and sometimes I hear exchanges of "I love you" from the other room.
Recently I read a tip or piece of advice on raising girls. It said: Hold them tight and never let them go. Well, I'm not sure if that's completely possible, but I'm definitely going to hold & cuddle this one for as long as I can.