Finley is Four!

Well, Finley's fourth birthday is officially a wrap.

I think I speak for at least 3/4 of us when I say, "phew!"

We had just recovered from Halloween when the Birthday Week hit with a vengeance.

We managed some time for "kid date morning" on Saturday (I'm pretty sure I got the better end of that deal)

and for acting like terrorists at the polls while performing our civic duty this morning,

but other than that it's been the all-Finley-show-all-the-time.

Her gymnastics party at The Little Gym was money incredibly well spent

and the stuff that little girl dreams (and tired working parents') dreams are made of.

The Jojo factor was out of control,

(even Ford got in on it, and I caved and bought him his own Jojo doll to avoid World War III),

Finley's actual birthday Monday included both the Disney store and the Cheesecake Factory (with a side trip to Lush for bath bombs),

and Seth- naturally- surprised Finley with her first gun. (What is, I'm sure- I haven't had the heart to check yet- the nicest .22 [plus scope!] on the market.)

There had better be a lot of early weekend morning hunting with Dad in their future, to make up for the fact that this scene occurred before 8am Sunday, daylight savings notwithstanding.

All in all, our first baby turned four with a bang, and I only silently called her a Birthday A$$hole (and audibly threatened to cancel birthdays indefinitely) a handful of times.

But hey, we got cupcakes- my favorite photo of the week- for breakfast.

More times than I care to admit.