No. Not number of children. Not cups of coffee I have consumed today before noon. It seems that the AGE of 4 is quite a miraculous thing. You see, my adorable oldest, Ander, recently turned four years old. After 4 years of ridiculous quests for independence, 4 years of sock battles, 4 years of not eating much other than PB&J and mac n’ cheese, it seems my little boy has finally…. mellowed out. Yes, we still have battles of will. But, I consider it a major truimph that his tantrums have stopped and he is mostly a true delight to be around. He tells me he loves me 100 times a day (and at least half the time he isn’t saying it to get what he wants) and he has really taken his baby sister under his wing. He and Rhylan still fight like chimps over the last banana, but at least Ander has gotten to the point where he can concede defeat.

 We celebrated this grand milestone (the birthday that is) this past weekend at a local indoor fun park. Dork that I am, I didn’t make an ACTUAL reservation for the party, so we weren’t allowed to bring in a cake. So. He blew out the candles on a pizza and I know I wished this year would last a good long time.