We have a 4 year old as of TODAY!

Well, it happened, we have a 4 year old. Do you know what 4 year olds are good at. "Lifting stuff," according to Foxtrot. He is now super strong and can life things like "tables, rocking chairs, and babies." Each day comes with new excitement. 

This weekend we celebrated his new strength with a "Mountain" birthday. He wanted to camp out with all his buddies in the mountains, but I said "no." And instead, we had a mid-day camp out. And I think he enjoyed it.

 Check out this happy camper!

We made bug juice, complete with blueberry tea, bubbly water, and honey.

We had a Trail Mix bar and Cheetos.

The kids made HoBo bags and trooped around the farm.

And we set up lots of tents to play in.

We also set up balloons. No birthday is complete without balloons.

Although Foxtrot asked that instead of giving him gifts, his party guests donate to the Washington Trails association, his Pop Pops still got him a new big boy bike, complete with peddles. 

He was a natural!

He had a great party!

I'm sure Foxtrot wished for Legos and t.v. time.

And here he is. . . The new 4 year old! 

Always moving, jumping, thinking, asking, talking, and dancing!

And itching his bug bites! (Because he is "delicious.")

Our little family of 4 has a 4 year old!

A very goofy family of 4 has a very goofy 4 year old!

The Easter Croup

We had "the croup" last week. Both Tango and Foxtrot took turns having high fevers, a nasty seal bark cough, and sleepless nights. At this point, Papa Foxtrot and I are wondering what 5 hours of sleep . . . a continuous 5 hours of sleep. . . feels like. 

Despite the sickness we found some time to take some pictures.

Untle Pete bounced on the trampoline with Foxtrot.

 And he was electrified with happiness.

We got a package from Pop-Pops which Tango was excited about.

Papa built some awesome lego castles with Foxtrot . . . or by himself.

Tango longed to go outside.

Mom found some time to stop and rest.

This is Foxtrot's 'game face.' He was ready to go look for the bunnies.

And he was hot on their trails. He even spotted some bunny eggs.

"Which way did they go, George?"

Ah-Ha! Here they are! Foxtrot found the gifts left by the bunny.

Tango was so sick, she didn't have much excitement to give over the discovery of the Bunny Baskets.

But, a little while later, they both got into it.

Pop Pops

A lot happened this week. 

Foxtrot threw the hammer down.

Papa Foxtrot started working on some new techniques. 

(This is only a small piece of the painting.)

Foxtrot got his first bloody nose.

Pop Pops came to play.

Foxtrot learned all about cowboys at a toddler cowboy party.

(Outfitted by Aunt Peter.)

Pop Pops and Foxtrot bonded.

Three generations of Foxtrots walked hand in hand.

And I woke up next to this guy, who when I went to sleep had a full beard.

And then later he looked like this.

(He finished the haircut and now looks young and handsome.)

It's April already. Must get some seeds in the ground. It's a good thing Foxtrot loves the dirt.