Being four is turning out to be such a mis-match of events and emotions in our house, an ever-changing mix of bigs and littles. Went to get the Bug a new hat today and discovered that the toddler, child, and youth sizes were all too small, so we went to the adult section...he can share hats with Husband. Also discovered at suppertime that he's got his first loose tooth. A bottom one right in front, the right side. I'm not sure he's convinced losing teeth is such a great idea. Ten-four on that, good buddy, I'm with ya. So just when I start to get overwhelmed by all the grown-upness that's happened in our house today, Husband comes downstairs asking for Pooh Bear...the Bug needs him for bedtime.

Happy late birthday, Papa! We tried to call but must have caught you while you were out enjoying a Cracker Barrel meal, perhaps?