Andrew is 4

The week before Christmas, my baby who was put in a stocking at the hospital, turned 4 years old.

On his birthday, it was my turn to host our neighborhood joy school. The night before, while Max was at scouts, Benny helped me make rush to make snowman cupcakes before bedtime. James tried to reach up to help, and Andrew climbed INTO the sink to try and swipe some frosting.  Just keeping it more real than the bloggers who simply post a beautiful picture of their culinary craftiness, like it ain't no thing.

Andrew had some next afternoon with his preschool buddies.....

...whom he loves with all his heart.

He requested McDonalds for dinner. Done.

The boys helped me make a dinosaur bedsheet and pillow case from material from Nona's nice fabric stash.

Then on Sunday, I -- in a fit of more culinary craftiness -- made him an alligator cake to celebrate after dinner at Nona and Papa's house. Very fitting for our Andrew-alligator.

Nona gave him a Star Wars Lego mini-fighter. After this picture, he leaped off the bar stool in his joy.

Benny the master-builder helped set it up.

It is now a display-only model, because Andrew kept leaving it places or losing pieces off the edges. At 4, he wants to be big, but is still kinda small.

Andrew is hilarious and frustrating sometimes, sweet and sassy, but always huggable. He would rather jump and climb than sit on the couch or his primary chair,, he screams loudly if he's not getting his way while playing with Benny (making us yell from upstairs at Benny), he can still fall asleep anywhere, and when I asked him if he wanted to move his bed back into James's room to sleep with him, he told me, "But then I wouldn't see da boys!"

He has big eyes and a big personality that refuses to get lost in the middle of the other boys. It's fun to take him just one-on-one somewhere, because he talks and talks finally without anyone talking over him.