my apartment looks like a barbie exploded in it. i just unpacked all the junk i bought for jaycie. today is her fourth birthday afterall.

i can’t believe she’s four already, and if i may, the smartest four year old on the planet. i called her this morning:

“hello jaycie.”
“hi, it’s my birthday.”
“i know, happy birthday!”
“thank you.”
“do you know who this is?”
“yes, it’s you!”
“who am i?”
“you know who you are!”
“so, how old are you now? nine?”
“no, i am four. this many . . .”
“oh, so you gonna get a job now?”
“yeah, i am gonna be a doctor, an animal doctor. you know, a vet.”
“when do you start?”
“what?”
“when do you start your job?”
“i can’t start yet, i am not all the way grown up.”
“i had a job when i was four.”
“mom, did jodi have a job when she was four? nuhuh, mom said you didn’t have a job until you were 24.”
“so what are you doing today?”
“we’re going to the first station with shirley for school and mom’s coming with and i got suckers and krispy treats for school because it’s my birthday we got them at econofoods, because that’s where we shop and then when dad gets home we’ll eat dinner and then i can open my presents!”
“wow. so what do you want for you birthday?”
“i dunno.”
“oh, so i don’t have to get you a present?”
“oh no! i want a present. i want princess barbies. i saw them on a commercial. belle, cinderella or sleeping beauty. they don’t have jasmine.”
“ok.”
“buddy wants to talk.”

i then had an indepth conversation with max about keke coming to babysit and penquins. i would rehash it, but most of it went right over my head.

i can’t wait to have my own kids.