
Turning four has never been so fun, at least I can't remember back that long...too many years. Bella's big day, on November 30th was my favorite celebration to date for her, except for the day she was born :) Our living room was transformed into Pixie Hollow and housed several little adorable fairy friends. (Thanks Aunt Shar for the SilverMist Fairy Costume and Kristina for being my photographer for the evening)!
Bella, being Bella, had the entire party planned out for weeks,

months, maybe longer. There would be dressing up, a pinata, cake, balloons and presents all for her! She and a few of her girlfriends flitted and fluttered about twirling and playing as fairy friends should. There was so much energy, and excitement in the air. They even disappeared into her room for a long while allowing us adults to socialize and partake in much needed adult conversation. She has fully embraced the maturity of a four year old (ha) in her head anyway, and often reminds us of her age. In fact, as soon as she turned four she asked me if she was going to be moved to the five year old class at school. Um, no, you are four now I told her. When I took her for her four year old check up the nurse complimented her on how still she was when having her blood pressure taken. She quickly informed the nurse she was four now, and that's what four year olds do. The pressure has gotten to her on

ce or twice, so much expected of her new age she asked me a few days later when getting in trouble if she could go back to being 3. I told her sure if she was willing to give back all her presents. That thought quickly vanished. Dean even is reminded by his sister that he too can do certain things when he i

s a four year old. I look at her independent streak, strong will, creativeness and wonder where did she get that from? Then I look in the mirror and think maybe she comes by it honestly (except the sassy & moodiness :)).
As I see my little Bella getting bigger (44 inches and 42lbs now) I am reminded how quickly time flies. Just yesterday I was heading for Peidmont Hospital in Atlanta for the unknown, to give birth and now she is 4 going on 14. She is already planning her fifth birthday, drawing pictures for her guests, thinking about what she wants on her cake (anything but Hannah Montana please). When I tell her she just ha

d a birthday she is quick to say, " I know mom, but I just want to be ready". Who can blame her for that?
Did I mention there were also Tinkerbell tattoo's? Don't you wish you were there?