this is 4.

New favourite word? "frack". Pretty much sums up my life these days. I don't like to brag, but I'm pretty much a gold medalist when it comes to biting off more than I can chew. Last night as I lay in bed listening to my boys snore - yup Gabe's still in our bedroom - I did a mental calculation of all our projects on the go and it increased the pattering of my heart tenfold. 

We gots a renovation to complete (and finance and decorate), a vacation to pack for, a 30th birthday to plan, a ski hill to master, a nanny to hire, a business to run, a job to run from, a summer to organize, friends to juggle, family to visit, adventures to take, hobbies to pursue, Pinterest boards to execute, emails to return and blog posts to write.

Fortunately I was able to cross Saige's 4th birthday party off the ol' list, finally. Postponing her big day was the best non-plan ever. The weather was absolutely be.a.utiful and just like her mama, she's been blessed with some seriously amazing - and amazingly cute - friends. Of course I took like zero photos, but this is what turning 4 looked like in our house... a royal breakfast, batman bowling and hurling oneself down a really steep, really fast sledding hill....

I'm going to leave the mommy-loves-you-this-much birthday letter to my better, cooler blogger friends. I was born with broken tear ducts and the births of my own children have only exacerbated the problem. Once upon a time, our lawyer told us that wills in and of themselves provide little comfort to grieving loved ones and recommended that we also write good-bye letters in the event of our deaths. That's the cruelest most brutal homework assignment EVER; one that I failed, miserably. I made it as far as Dear Saige before breaking into uncontrollable sobs. #frackme

In a non-emotional nutshell, Saige is everything I never knew I wanted. She's my anti-dress wearing, superhero loving, I do what I want wonder that's cuddly and brave and the prettiest little thing that insists on being called "handsome". I recently stumbled across this post on my Saigerella transitioning into her 'big girl' bed and it still rings true today... 3 years later. 

"I know I joke sometimes about Saige being sassy and stubborn and too smart for her own good, but when she reads my 2010 2013 blog years from now, I want to be on record saying that I love absolutely everything about my little lady and wouldn't change a thing about her. She's perfect for me, pouty lips and all".

And she continues to be quite the little character. Example: