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My Sweet Little Girl-- 4 Years Old

I couldn't possible truly capture out last year in a single blog post.  But I will do my best.  I will likely fall short of painting an accurate picture.

First, I have to be honest.  Looking through Haley's pictures today REALLY made me want another baby...for a fleeting second.  And then it went away,

She is now a little girl. No longer a toddler.  A little girl.  Almost a school age girl.

She is sweet. Happy.  Enthusiastic. Bright.  Strong.





  • I have full conversations with Haley.
  • I can reason with her and often talk her down from tantrums
  • She still loves to read.  I hope she always has a passion for books
  • She enjoys puzzles
  • She took some tumbling lessons and is now in swimming.  So far, I think she enjoys swimming more.  She looks very zen during her lessons.
  • She likes to be independent and likes to do things on her own.
  • She enjoys going to AWANAS on Wednesday nights.  LOVE church.
  • She is an extrovert and loves friends.  She plays pretty well with others.  Great little socializer.
  • She has a different taste in movies and such than I would expect.  She likes 'scary' movies and Halloween type stuff.  Ironically, Halloween is totally not my thing.  But she loves 'spooky' stuff.  Kinda off the wall stuff like Nightmare before Christmas, and James and the Giant Peach. 
  • She is really into 'girl songs'.  Songs that are sung by female vocalist.  Like Taylor Swift.
  • She enjoys cuddling, especially right before bed.
 

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