still four. four four four. four.

Dylan, if I may say so, had an excellent birthday. There was some concern that all the buildup would lead to disappointment, but even when nothing was happening I could hear her happily muttering to herself about being four. four!

Here's some of her new gear.



Not to mention that spending the day at the lake with a bunch of pediatricians who say things like, "Now that you're four, you're totally ready to drive the motor boat" is not a bad way to spend one's time. Ollie and I sat on the dock as the boat whizzed back and forth, piloted with all the skill of someone who has never heard the term "fine motor skills."