The best of both worlds

It seems my daughter, my baby daughter...has turned 4 years old on me. Something just feels so wrong about it.

In the last year she has accomplished many things..

*she can talk...holy shit, I can understand 90% of what she says now. if you can get thru her studdering...God bless her cotton socks

*she can wipe her own ass...this was a big one..

*she does not need her toilet seat for on top of the shitter anymore, her ass is big enough and her arm muslces are strong enough to hold her up...yippee for her.

*she can unbuckle her own seat belt, although she sometimes does it at the wrong time, such as when we are in the drivethru anywhere.

She is growing up, and although its painful for me, I know its good for her.

This time last year she was a Wiggle addict. I did not mind because, holy shit, have you seen the blue Wiggle?...I mean he is dreamy, and has an accent to boot.

Now she is all about Hannah Montana. But the scary thing with this is, I sit and watch the show, and think...when the hell did Billy Ray Cyrus get good looking?

Its hard for me..

We own every Hanna cd...ok...her only cd...but we listen to it nightly.

Here are some shots of my baby girl.

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She is kinda cute....

She has a lot of common sense, but lacking in the book sense dept..

for instance....she can not spell or write her own name..

she can not count much past...well...17..

she thinks M,N,O,P are all ONE letter in the alphabet..

She will be riding the short bus this year to nursery school, I just hope she gets smarter so they let her in Kindergarten next year.

She also has quite a gift for song and dance. But you will just have to take my word for it. She has Mad Skills

My baby is four, she starts school, she wipes her own ass, she has hair down to her genitals, and she is cute.

She loves cheese sticks, spaghetti and chicken nuggets from The Golden Arches. Her arteries will thank me later.

Blondie bought her a 15 dollar toy for a buck...from the girl she was selling one dollar Graham cracker squares with..seems my girl is the brains of that operation.

I tell Shaky I need another baby...as I get a warm fuzzy feeling looking at the old baby pictures.

He told me he is going to get one of the baby dolls that cry like a real baby..the ones they make teen girls take home for a school projects to detour them from pre-marital sex.

I told him it might be a good idea...but to get me an ugly one.

Happy Birthday Boo....

being 4 kicks ass...

or so I am assuming..