Happy 4th Birthday, Kaybree!

This is you when you were 3.

This is you when you were 3.

Today, you are four. That's a little crazy. I'm not usually a very sappy person but I would appreciate you stopping growing up now.

I guess I can take some comfort in the fact that you're still little.
You still suck your thumb. (only to fall asleep)
Your favorite show is Daniel Tiger but you still request Sesame Street on occasion.
You still like to cuddle. Not all the time, but any time you're sleepy or not feeling well, you want to be right next to me.
You will still do just about anything for a sucker or bubble gum (although the other day you did request money. You're slowly catching on that it's worth something.)
You're still obsessed with all things girly. You probably wear a dress 5 days a week and on those two when I get you into pants or shorts, you change the second you get home.Your dad recently took you shopping and you picked out the most hideous pair of sparkly, pink, minnie mouse heels ever created--complete with a huge bow on the front of course.
You still can't read--but it's impressive how much of a book you can memorize. You always call me out if I try to skip a page when I'm getting tired.

It's amazing to me, now that you're a little older, how much your personality doesn't change. I'm pretty sure as you age and continue on to adulthood you will always remain as bossy and in charge as you are. You're going to rule whatever household you create for yourself. No one will be able to tell you what to do.
At the same time I'm pretty sure you're going to be a better mom than me. Even now I'm struggling with wanting another baby. I can't decide if I want another child for me or another sibling for you. You're an amazing protector and comforter to your sister. You two share a room now and yesterday Eisley woke up at the crack of dawn and came and climbed into bed with me. When you woke up you started crying in your room because Eisley was missing. Today, even though she woke up way too early again and you hate waking up early, you made sure and escorted her into my room to sleep. (When she continued to make noise and bother you, you went and slept on the couch.) You're always the first to offer her a hug when she gets hurt and you often sacrifice whatever it is you're playing with to make her happy.

Here's a photo of the two of you in a pillow fort you built just for Eisley.

The older you get, the prettier you get so I guess that's pretty consistent too. I know I shouldn't focus on that because some day you'll become a teenager and you'll be pretty convinced that you'll never be beautiful but honestly, you are just so gorgeous. Yes, most days you refuse to let me do your hair and so you run around with hair that's a big tangled mess (and you dress yourself in the most ridiculous outfits) but it's such a perfect blonde color and you have the sparkliest eyes and the cutest little nose and a little petite body and all together you are just so pretty. And your skin--oi! I envy your perfect skin. I'm sure Eisley will too as she was cursed with my skin. You got your Daddy's skin which is perfect and smooth and eczema-free. He also said he never really had bad acne as a teenager and you never had baby acne so maybe that means you'll be lucky as a teen too!

Kaybree, you are smart and confident and exactly the sweet, beautiful little girl I always pictured I would have. You come off as shy to most people, but always with a smile. You may not be very adventurous but that keeps you out of trouble too. Inside that sweet little body is a mountain of sass that makes you impossible to argue with.I'm so glad you're mine and I can't wait to see the woman you grow up to be! (Scratch that--I can wait. Can we do year 3 all over again? K thanks!)

Here you are, riding the bench on the big carousel at the mall. You begged and begged to ride the carousel and picked out the pretty pink horse to ride, but once we got up there (to the second story of the carousel) you discovered it was too high and opted for riding the bench instead.

Here's you and Dudley--because you asked me to take this picture. And seriously, am I supposed to say no to that face?

Cousins at the lake! Your favorite part of lake trips is collecting sea shells at the beach!