Yesterday my little Goldums turned 4. It is tricky for her because she loves birthdays -- in fact she has honestly been moaning and groaning about how horribly far off her birthday sounded for at least four or five months. The trickiness is that she does not want to get older. I've mentioned this before, but you can't even talk about "when she grows up" with her unless you want a melt down. She asked me so sadly one day how she could still have birthdays but not get older. She's conceded that she will somewhat happily turn 5 and maybe 6, but that is it. I tell her she can be little for as long as she wants. Occasionally this pacifies her; other times she senses that there might be something larger than her tiny will taking place.
On an unrelated note, she finished her first course of swimming lessons today. She proudly brought me her certificate at the end which showed that she had passed pretty much nothing -- face in water (no), blow bubbles (no), etc., etc., but she certainly loved bouncing happily about in the class all the same. Abe and Daisy were eagerly reading off all of the things they'd passed in their classes. I was very proud of them both, but I think I was smiling almost more over my happy little failing swimmer.
Anyway, here is Ashton bringing her a birthday rose, making gingerbread houses, and enjoying her ring pop from Abe.
P.S. Here is Abe waiting for Goldie to start opening presents. His entire head was in but he popped up long enough to give me a small greeting.