We had a great day celebrating Belle's 4th birthday! Her two wishes were to go on two adventures with Grandma Nan....fishing and bike riding. How many 4-year-olds are lucky enough to have a Papa who will ride her up the trail and a Grandma who will ride her back down. One one of the more difficult uphills, she informed Papa Tigger (Carter) that he needed to pick up the pace because she was getting hot. Zoe lost her paw shoes in the water, but we found them after serious determination and 'critical thinking' as Grandma calls it.
Livy kept producing suckers in the trailer and every time I looked back, she had one in her right hand and another in the left with the wrapper still on. I would take the wrapper off, toss the previous sucker and seconds later, I would look back to find her bent forward, rummaging under the seat to find yet another sucker with the wrapper. We did this 5 times!
Then fishing, Grandma and Isabelle just kept reeling....scratch that, at the fish pond, there's no 'reeling' involved, they kept pulling them out one after another. They caught about 15 fish and even....you guessed it, found a snake. 
That makes 4, because Isabelle's 4, she reminded us. We planted trees in the back of our yard, providing us a bit of privacy from the Burbs (right Venita?) and Isabelle decided they were her birthday trees. 
And no, she is not in her birthday suit, it is a Lion King bathing suit that Abbi Wiscombe gave her and that tends to be the typical summer uniform here at the Johnson's....thanks Abbi, you shouldn't have....really...you shouldn't have. I've seen the suit so much lately, I feel like I myself have a Nala swimsuit. Anyway, Grandma and Papa Johnson stopped by for a visit and gave Isabelle a great book and some really cool bath toys that she had to play with right away.
We ate cake and ice cream after BBQ'ing the trout that we caught. Overall, it was a great day.
Olivia was wiped out after the events but not before she had her share of dinner and some cute time in front of the camera. Isabelle ended the night by telling her daddy, "You know, dad, I'm never going to be 3 again."
2 comments:
Happy Birthday Belle!
Somehow I missed that you were blogging Heather. Well, I knew you had the blog, but it was such a rare day that you posted, that I didn't normally check. What a fun morning I've spent reading up on the past few months. So glad to see you've managed to leave the fog of pregnancy and early babyhood behind!
Heather, I've questioned all that "what doesn't kill you", myself. :) What a woman my sweet sister raised up. I hope Michael knows how lucky he is. I think he does. Uncle Dan
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