Well, this post is a FULL DAY LATE. I'm such a lousy father....
Ahem. Actually, we didn't think much about the Adrenaline Junkie's fourth birthday yesterday, because we already celebrated with cake and presents and extended family on Saturday. Still, I gave her a really good birthday tickle, which was duly appreciated.
Yup, the Adrenaline Junkie is now officially four years old.
In this picture, the Junkie is not being tickled. She looks contemplative. (But don't believe it. I was there when I took the picture, and she wasn't actually very contemplative.)
The Adrenaline Junkie has turned into the party girl of the family: she's always getting into things, finding fun (and usually pretty loud) games to play, and sucking everyone else into it. When the Junkie is around, often all three of my kids wind up in a tangled ball of pillows, blankets, and toddlers in the middle of the family room, accompanied by the continuous sounds of giggling from all of them. This doesn't seem to happen as much as when it's just the other two.
Here she is, obviously deep in concentration. Either that, or she's emulating Michael Jordan.
And as I noted in a previous post, the Adrenaline Junkie--who is tall and very slender for her age--has the bodily proportions of a much older child. She could be a pre-teen, or even a young teenager. This is especially true when she wears her glasses, which accentuate just how narrow her face is. While there's no mistaking her for a teenager when you see her in real life (she's only about three and a half feet tall, after all), the moment you take a picture of her next to a non-descript background, all the size-indicating context clues vanish, and all one is left with to judge her age are her bodily proportions. As a result, she occasionally looks like she's almost twelve, and she's about to get asked out to the middle school dance.
They grow up so fast, don't they?
Anyway, here's to our own little party girl. May you have many, many more happy birthdays. And do try not to be too hard on all the boys.