Reese turned four on May 3rd. I am so behind on my blogging - I hear in my mind all of these words – and can’t find the time to jot it all down lately. And it breaks my ha-ahahah-ahahah -ahahahahah-art. So please bear with my bloggy sluggishness while I enjoy the nice weather while it lasts! It never lasts long enough, does it?

Back to the birthday. The only thing Reese wanted for her birthday was a Sleeping Beauty cake (my little girl is suddenly into princesses! eeek-ack-gag-ahem-ohhowsweet), and I was inclined to oblige. Thanks to my friend, Deanna, who has the princess cake down to a science, Reese got the Sleeping Beauty cake of her dreams. She even made it blue, just like R.P. wanted it. (‘R.P.’ = ‘Reecey Piecey’) Tell me that isn’t glorious! We were all delighted.

So our little girl is four years old. Wowza. She astounds me and delights me on a daily basis. The apple of my eye. By the way, have I mentioned that I wanted to name her Apple? Or Scout? Yeah. Both got vetoed by the other voting party. Maybe it was for the best. Either way, I’ve got a lovely, ornery daughter, and I’m glad to have her.