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My favorite age

  My mom always said that four was her favorite age, and in my experience with Taevin, I concur. I think most parents would agree that 2 and 3 year olds are tough, but 4 year olds are absolutely delightful and a welcome change from the world of daily tantrums .
  Two days ago Ryler turned four and I'm so excited! I'm sure he will always be my little firecracker but I have noticed a few improvements. He is becoming slightly more compliant (ever so slightly) and a bit easier to communicate with, and I'm thrilled and looking forward to all of the cuteness that this age brings!
  Yesterday we had a fun party for him, we went to the Living Planet Aquarium and saw lots of fun sea creatures and even penguins! After our fun with the fishes, we came back home and had pizza, cupcakes and presents, it was a great day!
  We're so grateful for our little Ryler, he makes life interesting and I can't (and wouldn't want to) imagine life without him. 

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