In July, Ruby turned four. My baby is four and, can I just say, all my kids are at a really good age. They all wipe their own bottoms, brush their own teeths, put on and take off their own snow clothes (this is huge, this is really a big deal for any mom who has spent 20 minutes outfitting their kids for snow play only to see them outside for 2 minutes). Yes, my friends, my baby is four and I am super glad.
Frozen cake. I made those shards of glass. Don't ask.
Why another gratuitous picture of the cake? Because I made it. The whole thing. And those shards of candy glass. I made it, so please enjoy another picture.
Ruby and her birth mother.
Bubbles in a tube.
That is all she asked for, bubbles in a tube. I'm serious.
Hey look, it's the birthday girl and her cake!
When you forget balloons the night before (because you are severely sleep deprived) and you send your husband out to get them before the birthday girl wakes, your other children get jealous because she got a teddy bear with hers.
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