Four.

Four.  It's seems like such a small and insignificant number until you have babies, and then it becomes a big number.  All of the sudden, your baby turns four and becomes a kid.  A full blown kid.  No more baby face, no more toddler years...nope.  Kid.

At four, my baby girl doesn't look like a baby, she looks like a little girl.  And I'm ok with that.  Though, it's taken some time to get there.  How can I not be ok with it, though, when she asks to go have her four year pictures taken and photographs like this:



This year, she finally learned to genuinely smile for the camera!

She also learned:

Her numbers (by recognition) from 1-30, to count to 100, to do simple addition and simple subtraction and how to measure.

How to read.  We've been working through "Learn to Read in 100 Easy Lessons" and it has been fabulous for us.  She's excited every day about our reading lessons.  We're more than halfway through and she's reading short stories, now!  She's anxious to get to the end because when she finishes the book, she gets to go to the bookstore and pick her very first book to read by herself.   

At four, Logan loves to pick out all of her own clothing.  If she had it her way, she'd wear leggings, a tunic top and a tutu every. waking. moment.  Come to think of it, she even wears them when she sleeps! She says that a ballerina always needs to be prepared to "pirouette" with a twirly skirt.

She and her brother have such a special relationship.  They truly are best friends.  They play together, laugh together, fight together, cry together (whine together, complain together.... ;) ), and love each other to pieces.  It's such a blessing to watch this relationship blossom.

I don't know that I'd say Logan is shy.  It takes a few minutes to get her shell to crack, but then she'll talk your ear off and show you every dance she's ever learned.

She's spunky as can be and is slowly learning to use the spunk to her advantage instead of using it in ways that earn her consequences.

She's quick and reasons very well.  Several weeks ago she came to me and said, "Mommy, Lucy (her doll) just woke up from her nap.  She's not going to be tired when it's time for my nap.  I am going to do the unselfish and loving thing by staying awake during my nap so she doesn't have to nap again."

......it's tough when they use your logic against you.

Logan enjoys playing outside, but also loves to sit on her bed and read stories for hours on end.  She's content to be with several friends or sit in her room and play on her own.  She's pretty easy to please.

Her very favorite thing to do is be Lucy's mommy.  We don't go too many places without her and when we do, I hear about it the whole trip.  It's "not safe to leave Lucy at home alone where she could choke, drown, sit in a dirty diaper (though, she is potty training now thanks to the potty seat that Mimi and Granddaddy gave her for her birthday), etc, etc...."  Lucy is her little baby and I think she'd do just about anything for that little doll.

Logan is blossoming into a beautiful little dancer.  She's in year 2 of ballet and counts down the days to class as soon as the previous week's class lets out.  She practices everything she's learned throughout the week, talks about what she wants to share during share time (the only time during class when the girls are allowed to talk about anything other than dance) and loves to show anyone who will watch what she's been up to.

We feel so blessed to have been given such a gift in Logan.  She keeps us on our toes and keeps us smiling.  Her eyes light up a room, her smile is infectious and her laughter is enough to get even the grupmiest people out of their moods.  

We pray every day that the Lord would soften her heart and do a work in her so that one day we can see her do work for the Kingdom.  

 

What a joy it is to be her parent and to be able to call her our own!