My mcNugget is 4 years old.

Amazing.

I’ll let you in on a little secret, I’m actually very glad to be leaving 3 behind us. I don’t know why people moan about the “terrible 2s”. Give me a 2 yr old any day of the week just please, please, please don’t leave me alone with a 3 yr old! I’m looking forward to the maturity and fun of a 4 yr old.

For example, Leina can pretty much dress herself (with mixed results), use the potty, tuck herself in, get her own food, pick up her toys, and take care of her sister while I sit on the sofa being a bofa. Yeah, this year is looking pretty good.

We had a rocking birthday party in our backyard on Sat. Everyone we loved was there with far too many presents. The kids liked the water fun and I know Leina had a blast. How do I know this? Simple. After the party, I trucked most of her toys up here to the play room. Then, sometime after 8pm, Leina snuck out of her room and found her stash of birthday toys. I found her around 10pm. She had crawled under the guest bed and fallen asleep surrounded by Barbie dolls and stuffed animals. All I could see were her little feet peeking out from under the dust ruffle.

And yes, I did get a picture.

This week, Leina headed off for Zoo camp with her buddy Lauren. Liza picks her up and 8am and I bring them home at noon. But the first morning, Leina crawled into my lap and started crying. She wasn’t too sure about this whole camp thing. She was worried. Worried an animal would eat her. Worried she wouldn’t get a snack. Worried she wouldn’t have any friends. Just worried.

That was Monday.

Today, Leina was outside waiting for Liza at 7:30am fully dressed and ready to hit the camp. She was pacing around, wringing her hands, and asking, “where is that Liza?!?!” I guess she’s ready for preschool this fall after all. And after a few mornings of haning with only one kid, I’m ready for school to start too!