Marryn turned 4 on Monday, September 8th. She had a great day. Went shopping with me (for eggs for the cake), helped Grandma Jean bake her cake, went to Red Robin for dinner where they sang to her (unlike her mom, she enjoys all the attention!) and then had her "Princess Party" of opening presents and eating strawberry cake with strawberry frosting (we had strawberry ice cream too, she picked them all out, but we "forgot" about it ;)). She even got to wear her "Birthday Girl" shirt (she wore it last year too).
Money from Grandpa Dave * Cash Register from Grandma Jean
Barbie Kelly Dolls and Elephants from Grandma Georgia and Papa
LOTS of Princess Stuff and a Barbie Doll and Car from Mom and Dad

So now for the sad part. The next day I heard a crash coming from the playroom. Then I hear Marryn say, "Ah man." Then I hear a "Ooow." Then a blood curling scream. I run in there and Marryn had knocked over all her markers, crayolas and colored pencils and then walked over them. She had cut her foot, on what, really don't know. So I took her upstairs, trying to calm her down (didn't want to wake Reganne), but she just kept screaming. Then I finally got a good look at her foot. I started shaking a little. I could see the meaty part in the crease under her big toe. I took a few deep breaths, didn't want to freak her out anymore than already, and told her she was going to have to go to the doctor. For some reason, that calmed her down. So I loosely wrapped up her foot, stuck her in the car (with a sucker, to keep her occupied). Got the other two up and in the car and then headed out to the nearby Urgent Care. Drove down the street then turned around, realizing I didn't have shoes on anyone. (Ok, so Reganne was the only one who really needed them...) Got to the Urgent Care (a brand new one about 5 minutes away) and was the only one there. They freaked her out and made her cry hysterically while trying to numb her toe and then finally stitched her up. It was awful. She was crying, Christian was crying, I was trying not to cry.... Reganne was good though. They had 2 nurses holding her leg still and the receptionist trying to comfort Christian, while I tried to calm Marryn down. But then it was over. And so far, everything is good.


She had her annual check-up today. In the 50th percentile for her weight (34 lbs) and 85th percentile for her height (41 inches). I knew she was growing up! All of her 4T pants are way too short, I've had to buy her girl sized 4 slim!