Seemingly overnight, our sweet Caroline has turned into a sass-mouthed, shrieking loon. I heard that the "terrible 2's" were nothing compared to the "f-ing 4's", but...yeah. I didn't believe it until now. In spite of the irritating behavioral issues, we still converse with the girl regularly, so Caroline has developed a pretty large vocabulary that she uses to surprise me every day. Her comments are achingly cute, which evens out the crazy/obnoxious/sassy brat she likes to be 90% of the time. I can tell I'm going to deal awesomely* with the teen years.

In other news, we visited Dr. Kribbs last week for Caro's 4-yr appt. Our wee one is 39 inches tall and weighs 32 lbs, and is developmentally on target/ahead of schedule. She is also fascinated by dinosaurs, babies, dress-up, computer games, and setting up complicated imaginary play scenarios. These two sentences have nothing to do with one another, in an homage to Caroline's stream of consciousness ramblings.

*Awesome = atrocious here.

Alec just can't say no.

Our friend Banta visited this weekend. Gab was here earlier as well, but no pictures were taken. Caroline thinks both of them are way cool. So f.y.i. to future visitors - the bar is very low.

It took her 4 years to figure out the door knob guards. And I remember when I installed them - it only took me a day or two of being trapped in the house to figure them out.

No lie - Caroline broke into tears when I told her Cheryl voted for David Cook.

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The three of us just watched the American Idol final sing-off. Just in case we were wondering who Caroline was pulling for, throughout the entire program she kept repeating over and over "David Archuleta". And she is now insisting we call and vote for him.
I am so disappointed.

Playgroup met at Ben's house today to celebrate his 4th birthday. Despite all but Clayton being 4 now, there were still plenty of meltdowns and tears. And not all were from Caroline, although she had a few assists.

Wrong again.

Caroline turned 4 today. We went to Macaroni Grill to celebrate. Tomorrow, she gets a chore list.

This is Cheryl. The Verizon marketing crap that pops up with every picture post sent from Jay's cell phone is really irritating. Hey Verizon-- really? This is a good idea...why, exactly? Our contract is up soon...