Four

Wynn turns four tomorrow, and we keep looking at her in amazement and saying, "She's not a baby anymore. She's a full-blown kid."

She has decided that her now-that-I'm-four rite of passage will be eating off the same dishes as the grown ups. No more plastic IKEA plates for this girl. Bring on the Fiesta Ware!

Dictating the Story for the Book She'd Made

"I don't know how to make the words yet, Mom"

Blowing Out the Candles

(Favorite Color = Yellow)

Working Intently on a Scissor Project

(With Gecko Pillow in the Background)