Happy 4th!

No, this is not a Independence Day post. Although I did always want to be an American. It just seemed so glamorous. I had lofty hopes of marrying an American and living in California. Of course this would mean I had an excellent tan year round. While some find American types obnoxious, I personally can't think of an American I don't like. If the American man plan fell through, there was always fantasy #2, marry an Australian surfer. Again, they have fairly fab accents. Lots of sun (eg. a tan year round).

If you haven't noticed...my husband is neither of these prototypes. Probably one of the most "patriotic" Canadians I know, no accent for miles, and you wouldn't exactly describe Rob as the surfer type. Of course these were somewhat silly pre-teen girl fantasies, and I in no way feel that I missed the mark my marrying my husband. Although I do find comfort in the fact that he has, in fact, been to Australia, has surfed a time or two, and is as fond of the American folk as I am. Seriously, American preachers are the best! Wait a minute, our honeymoon was a road trip to California. Hmm, what would Freud have to say about that...

Anyway, lets move on from my fantasy world, the 4th I speak of is Abbi's 4th birthday! Yup, I can hardly believe my wee girl is now 4 years old. Not only is 4 my favorite number, but I have lofty hopes that it will be a great year. 3 was plagued by much sassyness. Not entirely bad. I think Abbi was really coming into her own in some senses. And a lot of good things happened for 3, but I'm just hoping for a little less sass in 4.

Here are a few pictures from the big day. We spent it in a local splash park with some great friends. There are no other kids in the pictures, not because they weren't there, but because I didn't ask the other Mom's if I could post their kids pics. You know, random men in India...

My cute kiddos.
Snack time.
Momma bear and her cubs.
Fruit on a stick. Brilliant!
The water slide (which didn't actually slide) was a big hit!
The rainbow cupcake cake.
Abbi opened her presents at home. She is in love with her rolling Dora suitcase.
Mommy sneaking in a picture.
A sad ending to a great day. A big fall at the splash park led to two scraped knees, a cheek scratch and a giant forehead goose egg. Poor girl.
So here's to great things in #4. Or as one friend wrote on my facebook, "To a Happy 4th life." Mind you English isn't her first language. But I think the sentiment was there ;)