Golden Birthday on the 4th!

Every family seems to have the clown. Growing up, out of our 8 siblings, our “clown” was my brother Dave, who would walk around the house in a wrestling singlet playing a ukele, or do backflips off the roof of the house onto manmade drifts of snow 12 feet below. In my family now, although we’re small in number, we are already seeing the signs of our family “clown”!

And it is exposed once the camera comes out of the bag and the lens cap is removed:

I’ve taken the day off of work and Im putting her in charge of the day. Downstairs, there is a kitchen decorated in pink and purple, and we and she has requested french toast for breakfast, pancakes, for lunch, and waffles for dinner.

She has been the center of entertainment ever since she learned how to make sounds with her mouth, mimicking what we said, and trying to sing. She’s a relentless tease to her older sister, but within 20 seconds, she’ll be the most loving, forgiving, tender-hearted softy, wrapping her arms around her tease victim then wrestling them down to the ground.

Today we’re celebrating 4 years of red-haired craziness, cuddliness, and luckiness to have her expressing her emotions as well as she does.

Happy Birthay my sweet C8! Oh how I love your tight embraces around my neck, your drawings you make of my stick figured body wearing nothing but a triangle skirt, and your “secrets” in my ear that turn into a zerbert instead. And I fall for it every time. And do you know what? It’s worth every wet inner ear, just to hear you laugh.

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