"The bestest birthday ever"

Or so you said as I tucked you in for bed. You got a giant t-Rex that is nearly as big as you are. Or you are nearly as big as it is. You can't decide. 

You asked for a snowman cake. I managed to do that pretty well. 

You got some new Legos and stuffed Star Wars droids. Life is pretty sweet when you're four. 

You told everyone you saw today that it was your birthday. Random people at Target were wishing you happy birthday.

We exchanged the dump truck from grandma at Target and you got a gift card that you insisted on using yourself to buy the other set. You were SO proud of being able to buy it by yourself.

You also coined the term "poopbrush". The Amazon box had new toothbrushes in it. You insisted that you didn't need a new poopbrush.

I can't believe you're four. 

Building shelves

We are deep cleaning kid bedrooms this week. We decided to get you some shelves for your toys. We assembled them yesterday. They needed a screwdriver and hammer. You said, "I'll be right back," and took off. When you came back to your room, you had your screwdriver and hammer from your tool bench. You were ready to go and SO proud of yourself. I felt a little bad having to go get the real ones from downstairs, but you took using real tools as a nice consolation.