My youngest baby turns four today. The drama of the past year has been the hardest on her, which in turn, made it harder on us. She's extremely stubborn, but in some ways act much older than her mere four years. We tell everyone she's a passionate child, only sometimes that passion is misdirected.
She's pretty much outgrown Dora, but still loves Barbies. The Jonas Brothers and Hannah Montana rock her world, but she also loves to sing "Band on the Run." Oh, and she just got a big girl bed, but we're still working on nighttime potty training.
She's loud and crazy, but is the first one to run to us with a kiss and squeezer hug.
This year, I vow to slow down, be more patient, and enjoy her.
Happy Birthday, Abby Doo! Mommy loves you!
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