I told Leina today was her last day of being 4 for…. EVER.  Never again would she be 4.  It was gone.  Gone baby.  Kiss it goodbye ’cause it’s half way out the door.  She looked at me a moment, and then started to cry.  Well, more like dramatic wail which she excels at really.

“I don’t want to turn 5!” she moaned, “I want to stay 4 forever!” And then she threw herself across my bed and proceeded to sob into my pillow.  Until Kevin yelled upstairs that her bacon was ready at which point she hopped of my bed, tucked her hair behind her ears, and pranced down the steps happy as can be.  And that, my friends, pretty much sums up Leina.  She is drama.  All day long.  All night.  Throw in a few fits and stops, and you’d have a pretty good idea of what 4 has been like for us.  So while I, too, will miss 4, I’m hoping 5 brings a bit more mellowness.   A bit more maturity.  Less crying tantrums please?  Alright, alright, I won’t over reach here.   But really, where does this drama queen behaviour come from?  I mean, Kevin and I are pretty mellow jello people.  We aren’t prone to random fits of despair or raptures of joy.  Neither of us can call for a cascade of tears on demand.  And yet, I have this little person walking through my house who can go from happy, to irate, to devastated, to overjoyed in the amount of time it takes to travel from the sofa to the fridge.  It’s unreal.  If this keeps up, I’m going to have to move to LA and enroll her in some acting classes ’cause the kid has some serious talent.

Tomorrow we have a mini celebration of the day of her birth with her girlfriends and then this weekend we’ll have a BBQ for the bigger folks.  When informed of the plan, Leina threw herself onto the ground and started to moan, “oh mooooooooom, I don’t waaaaaaant a birthday party…..Can’t you tell them not to come?”  This lasted until I reminded her that they would be bringing presents and which point she flicked some internal switch, jumped to her feet, and scurried off to make room on her bed for her new toys.   Some days, I feel like I have emotional whiplash people and she’s only 4!  Just the though of 12 makes my blood run cold……