Are you sure she's only turning 4?

While Chad was showering this morning, his little chatterbox was standing beside the shower saying, "Tomorrow is my birthday party. Then the day after that is my birthday. One plus one is two. Two plus one is three. Two plus two is four."

From there the math went downhill drastically, but I'm going to be really impressed anyway.

You wish you could say things like that

"Laura, please go under the table, get Baby Jesus and his friends out of there, and put them back in their box."

In threes

I spilled pink milk into the buttons of the phone, I'm almost positive I found a worm in my bowl of soup tonight, and ...

Well, there's no "and" yet, but it sure seems like there should be an "and".

It's ok; she's almost 4

Laura just rang the doorbell, yelling, "Coffee! Coffee! Coffee!"
She'll be 4 in a few days, so I'm sure that makes it perfectly acceptable.

Not dead

No, I'm not dead. No, I'm not quitting blogging. We've just been busy. See?