Today Riley is four years old, and although we had his official birthday celebration a couple weeks ago, I wanted to do something today. He was running a fever this morning but rallied by afternoon, and once JB got home from work we all had a very fancy formal birthday dinner together:

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(Sigh. Photobombed AGAIN.)

Mini-cupcakes were adorned:

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Wishes were made:

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Presents were opened:

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And road-tested:

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There was tomfoolery:

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And ridiculous toddler ass-toots:

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And somehow this guy:

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Has turned into this:

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Four! Oh, he’s all elbows and imagination and opinions and endless questions and barely contained enthusiasm these days, and sometimes I think how terrifying parenthood really is, because this love just grows and grows and grows, along with the baby who is now a boy who will someday be a man and like they all say, it goes so fast.

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