The most fascinating thing about their personalities is that they have remained the same since they were in the womb. True to form. Jadyn's raucous grin, and Isabella's reserved smile.
So, on their big day we mixed up cakes (one for each, thank you very much), baked them, iced them (each one icing their own, if you please), had a birthday bath in Mommy & Daddy's whirlpool tub (not me, just them. Not Rick either.), opened some new shoes, went to Chuck E. Cheese's, came home to eat cake, opened some new pj's, said good night, got Gigee from the train, opened some vino, and called it a day.
At Chuck E. Cheese's when we sat down to eat, things happened rapidly in the first 2 minutes. Jadyn's pizza fell face down under the table. Isabella's full drink fell under the table. Phoenix pulled Cole's pizza off the table. Rick & I chugged a beer, quickly. What is under that table?! A Chuck E Bermuda Triangle that sucks food right off the table? The Hunchback of Chuck E, lurking, waiting for a meal? Like gravity and magnets, things flew off that table.
A sweet moment happened at the end of the day, when I went back in their room to hush them and say good night again. They were laying at the foot of each bed facing each other, chins in hands, talking about their day. Like little teenagers. Isabella said "I can't sweep, Mommy. I can't help it. I just want a wittle more cake."
In a flash they went from being my little pumpkin doodles, to being 4.