A week in review.

Well.  We've had quite the week.

Sunday: Olivia's birthday.  Hooray, she's four!

We had a big family party for which I can take no credit since it was already planned before anyone knew it was Olivia's birthday.  But, HEY!  I brought an Oreo cheesecake (at my four year old's request), we stuck some candles in it, and suddenly she thought she was at a birthday party all for herself.  I have since learned that I cooked the cheesecake 25 degrees hotter than I should have.  So.  You know.  The edges weren't really supposed to be quite so brown.  She wasn't the prettiest girl at the party, but at least she tasted delicious.

Olivia opened some presents, including this lovely flower crown creation from Alisha.  She's pretty obsessed with it. (Olivia, not Alisha.)

I will tell you, sometimes I feel like I must be the lamest mom on the planet.  I am not the super party planning type.  Nor am I the creative ideas and making awesome food type.  These are just not my talents!  Olivia did lots of fun things for her birthday, like seeing Puss in Boots with Rusty, going out to eat with us to celebrate, plus she opened a bunch of fun presents, and blew out candles, and ate cake.  I thought it was plenty, and she was happy.  Which I think is the crux of it all.  She was happy.

And some year, when she is old enough to want one, I will throw her a party, for crying out loud.  

And I will steal all the clever ideas from Pinterest for it!

Monday: Olivia had her 4 year well child check up.

When I called to make her appointment, my first question was, "How much longer do I keep scheduling these things?"  Because she's been going to them faithfully since she was brand new.  "Her last yearly exam will be when she's five," was my answer.  But it actually makes me happy because I love getting her stats.  It's just fun in a weird, nosy mother sort of way.

Height: 37 inches- 12th %

Weight: 31 lbs- 24th %

24th percentile is a big deal for the little girl who has spent her entire life in the single digits!  But I wasn't that surprised since she grew almost three inches and gained five pounds over the year.  She has really grown in the last few months.

Her doctor told me she was old enough to receive the booster immunizations that she'd have to have before entering kindergarten and asked if I was interested in giving them to her now or waiting until her 5 year appointment.  I decided to get them over with, so she had three shots before we left.  She was so brave!  She definitely cried, but she let them do it and I am so glad to have them done.  Even though we have to go back in a month to get one more booster.  :/

She did get some frozen yogurt out of the deal.

Here she is in all her four year old glory.

She thinks being four makes her terribly grown up.  She was trying (unsuccessfully) to blow bubbles in her gum the other day and asked me to teach her.  I told her it was really tricky and that she'd probably have to learn when she's older.  She replied, "Come on, Mom.  I'm a four year old!  I can handle it!"  Not to mention the time she told me, "MOM!  I'm not a baby!  I'm four now; that means I'm a grown up!"  Ariel syndrome, anyone?

Tuesday: My first day of the new semester!  Microbiology with a lab and Scientific and Technological English!  Plus a random online class for extra credits!  I made spaghetti which is Olivia's favorite meal of all time (she eats it in t-shirts so as not to ruin her clothes).

Which is relevant because verrry early the next morning, I heard a shout from her bedroom that sounded like, "I BLEW UP!" which turned out to be, "I THREW UP!" but I think both are particularly apt in this scenario.  And did I meet that spaghetti for a second time.

Wednesday: was spent laying low and watching poor Olivia throw up five times in a three hour period.

We played Legos and watched an entire season of Backyardigans (thanks, Netflix!) in two days.

She is a pretty happy patient, thankfully.

We stayed home all of Thursday (excepting the part where I went to school), even though Olivia seemed to be totally back to normal.  I started to feel a little under that evening.

Friday: Oh, Friday.  It was finally my turn to vomit uncontrollably, so that was fun.  Isaac had to work the entire day- literally, from early morning until midnight, so I lied on the floor of whatever room Olivia chose to occupy and whimpered, mostly. I also slept a lot while Olivia watched shows and found different things to play with by herself (I refuse to feel guilty).  I would open my eyes at random intervals and discover her in all sorts of places, talking to herself and keeping herself thoroughly engaged.  It was quite the blessing.

Here's a picture she snapped of me while I slept:

She took, like, 47 different shots and maybe 25 short, unintentional videos of herself during this time, which were possibly my favorite thing that I've stumbled across in my entire life.

From my floor vantage point.  Olivia also spent the entire day en déshabillé because I was too weak to bathe or clothe her.

Saturday: I felt just a little weak Saturday morning- it was definitely one of those 24 hour bugs.  I was even able to keep my dinner date with Cara that evening.

And here's our fantastic accidental candid of the night.

And I think my face sums up my week quite nicely.