Abigail had a birthday last week. She is very proud of being 4. I guess 4 is eons more mature than 3. We had quite the birthday weekend extravaganza. The grandparents came up for the weekend and we had that party Saturday. On Sunday, a few of her friends came over for a second party. There was lots of high-pitched shrieking and giggling in what was, I’m sure, a harbinger of birthday parties to come.
Two parties meant two cakes. Or, in Abigail’s case, one cake and one pan of brownies.

The week before her birthday, I asked Abigail if she wanted a cake or cupcakes for her
birthday and she started to cry. Through her tears, she got out "But I wanted chocolate
caramel swirl brownies!" So here she is, blowing out the candles on her chocolate caramel
swirl brownies.

She also got a cake for the party with her friends. It’s hard to tell, because it was daylight,
but Cinderella is lit up.
She got plenty of loot from grandparents and friends alike. The biggest hits seem to be the Barbies and singing Hannah Montana dolls she got from friends. We’ve already removed the batteries from HM, because that doll had two volumes: off and 100 decibels.
Other favorites from the grandparents include a doctor kit, which she uses to make house calls and distribute shots with evil glee.

And Uncle Ryan picked a winner when he and his girlfriend found a Mulan dress to add to Abigail’s princess collection.














