January 22nd. Today is my daughter’s birthday -- she turns four!
This morning I woke her up and held up four fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up?“ I asked. Big, wide grin. She doesn’t miss a thing.
She got up and stood in front of the mirror and asked me if she were bigger. I told her she was as big as a four-year-old today.
And she is.
We are having a birthday party for my daughter and her little friends this afternoon, and the children want to dress up and pretend to be princesses. So my wife made some little princess skirts out of colorful material, and the kids are going to make little crowns to put on their heads so that they can pretend to be princesses.
There will be only one prince at the party. His name is Miles. He will be here with all of these other little girls. But he can hold his own.
For her birthday I bought my daughter a big house for her Barbie dolls to live in. (Right now, Barbie is living in a cardboard box with a window cut into it.) The new Barbie house is pretty neat. It has lights and a doorbell and a shower and furniture and everything. I know she will enjoy it. She already enjoys playing with her Barbie and Kelly and Wonder Woman dolls and dressing them up.
Wonder Woman is my favorite.
My mother-in-law came into town for the birthday party, and she and Caryn made a birthday cake. I think everybody will have a good time.