Perfectly Julia

Julia, Julia, oceanchild, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
-'Julia', The Beatles, 1968 

Julia does not wake up, she bolts up. And so she did this morning, running out of her room and announcing "Now I'm FOUR!"

 She had pancakes for breakfast. Then a cinnamon roll and a brownie (this is perfectly acceptable on your birthday). We painted, played blocks, got dressed, hid behind the couch when the Jehovah's Witnesses came calling*, and were out the door by 10 a.m. We spent the day doing Julia things - riding the carousel at the mall, watching movies, eating ice cream. Birthday dinner was mac & cheese at Cracker Barrel. Four year olds are easy to please.

Yesteryday's pic of the day - the rare and elusive Napping Julia (Nappus Julius)-


And modeling her new gymnastics outfit-

And tonight, the Birthday Girl winds down with a movie in bed-

Julia...is just perfectly Julia. Who could ask for anything more?

*There is no shame in hiding behind the couch in your own home, yelling "GET DOWN!" to your kid, while two poor young men look at you through the window in the door. OK, there is enormous shame in it, but Julia thought it was hilarious and so did I.