All these feelings surface again tonight because my middle child is turning four in just a few hours.
At age 4, Lorelai takes dance class once a week and twirls at home whenever she can.
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first day of dance class |
She's quite the stickler for routine, order, and perfection...perfection according to her.
As a baby she used to rub my chest or shoulder while she was nursing. At age 4, she still wants to rub my arm to go to sleep at night.
She wants to do everything her brother does and go everywhere her brother goes.
Lorelai loves girly things: purses, necklaces, scarves, hats, dress up clothes, dolls, hair, and the colors purple and pink.
There are times when, after not getting her way, she will throw a tantrum until she is so tired that all she can say is "mommy, will you sit with me?" And once I sit with her, she collapses in exhaustion and all is over.
Enjoy these pictures from Lorelai's first 4 years! It's been wonderful for me to look back over them again!
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Letting Aunt Cheryl hold her |
As a baby she was so calm, she slept often, and she loved being close to us. Many assumed that she would be rather quiet compared to her rambunctious brother, but she was simply waiting for her opportune time to develop those vocal chords a bit more. As soon as she began inching forward to crawl, her temperament seemed to take on a more independent bent.
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Little Lollie |
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She still makes that face! |
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Her beauty routine started early |
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Looking spiffy with her brother Easter of 2010 |
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Lollie's lolly |
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Lorelai in her hip spica cast after breaking her femur |
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swimming in Keller |