My last post here was about Madeline's early birthday celebration at school. Since that day, she's been quite convinced that her birthday has come and gone, and she's now among the four year-olds of the world. It cracks me up when she says, "When my birthday comes, I'll be five!"
As cute and funny as I think this is, as a consequence I lost my sense of urgency for planning for Madeline's actual birthday, which is this weekend. Chris and I were hoping to whisk her away for a weekend of four year-old fun, and haven't actually made any of the required reservations to do so. The only gift I have to wrap up for her is a new swimsuit, which I am sure she'll like, but it probably isn't what four year-old girls dream about for their birthdays!