It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to.

Today Miles turns 4. 

First I would like to say how happy I am that I didn't give birth to Miles in Montana. Yesterday a blizzard flew through the area leaving many roads closed. I can't imagine what that would be like -- in labor and stuck with nowhere to go. No thanks. I liked having the hospital just a few blocks away. 

Looking back on this year, I realize that Miles has reached a few milestones. 

• He's potty trained -- completely (even at night!). Now that was a wild ride. He still has accidents every once in awhile but that's to be expected. 
  
• He learned how to count to 15 (sometimes to 20 but he tends to skip numbers when he does). 
  
• He learned how to write the letter M and the letter O (I know, it's a circle). I see "MO" written on many pieces of paper. 
  
• His computer skills have improved to the point of reprogramming Mac OSX. He's next in line for Steve Jobs' position. 
  

Now, I get to look forward to the year of 4. Yipee. 

The Ferocious Fours. 

The Fearsome Fours.

The Frightening Fours.

Need I go on?

Happy Birthday, Miles! Welcome to Four!

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