He's 4. Holy crap. HOLY CRAP!

Somehow my child has put 4 years behind him. And in that 4 years, so very much has happened.

I don't really need to rehash the last two years. They've been ugly and unpleasant. But through it all, the one constant has been my love for that boy. He's my angel, he's smart as a whip, and he converses like a little adult.

We've conquered some hurdles in the last 6 months that I'm pretty excited about, like the transition to underwear, his adoption of the letter "L", and math skills. He's learning all manner of awesome stuff, and successfully tied a pair of shoelaces for the first time yesterday.

And now he's 4! It just doesn't seem real. My baby boy, my ninja-attack monkey, is counting to 100 by 1's, 2's, 3's (ok to 99...), 5's, and 10's! This morning we had our first count-down from 10.

And this year, we are gonna blow it out of the water. 4 is gonna be awesome. By the time he turns 5, he's just gonna want to take a rest for a while. Beach, camping, hiking, racing, go-karts, gaming, preschool, amusement parks, all manner of awesome. We're gonna rock this bitch.