Wishing I was 4

Walking home from a baby shower this morning, I was wishing I was 4; running through sprinklers, peddling a tricyle, letting popsicle juice dribble down my chin, and getting grass stains in my shorts that if I were a mom, I'd have no idea how to get out!

These thoughts had to do,in part,with the fact that I would have loved to avoid spending the afternoon moving the entirety of our kitchen's contents into either the garage or dining room. Ahh well, this is the price one pays for a kitchen remodel.

Highlight of the afternoon: Seeing one very large and considerate man prepare a flower arrangement to surprise princess Fiona when she gets home. Come home soon!