Anyhow. Moving on to exciting things. We actually got around to taking semi nice and professional (aka, our neighbor with our camera in the backyard) pictures on Easter, with everyone in clean Sunday clothes, so gear up for one of our infamous and popular picture extravaganzas, coming soon! But first, it's time for that time honored tradition of honoring Warner birthdays in the internet world. This time our VIP is this little imp, only not so little now:
Our little firstborn is four years old now, and she couldn't be more thrilled. She likes to remind me that she's big, and they're so many things she can do, like go to Minnesota unaccompanied and drive race cars at Daytona. Oh, and get dressed by herself.
Apparently we go to rock concerts on a regular basis. But seriously. We're pretty happy with this girl. When she's not being a diva and keeping me at the end of my rope, she's being adorable and grown up and hysterical. She lives in her own special world, where Easter is important because Jesus was born from an egg and babies get birth marks from the markers they play with in utero. She loves to help cook, or in other words, sample and stir every dish I make. And she's a great big sister; when she's not smothering or sitting on her siblings, she's making them giggle and smile and fetching diapers.
She had a great birthday full of macaroni and cheese, friends, way too many presents, pizza, puzzles, candy, and yes, tears, because it wouldn't be a day with Madeline without a little drama. Perfect day. We're addicted to our little teenager, her smile, her ability to make us laugh, and her sensitive spirit. Our little princess keeps us on our toes and we wouldn't trade her for the world. Although we do rent her out on weekends for your entertainment. Also she scrubs walls.
Happy birthday Madeline! Remember: 4, not 16. Thanks.
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