Yesterday was Mazzy's fourth birthday. But I think it was the first birthday where Mazzy actually understood what was going on and appreciated her party.
Last year, Mazzy had a great time but she was just excited to eat cake more than anything else. She didn't even care about opening presents. Especially when she realized she couldn't open them herself. Ripping paper and untying ribbons are more advanced motor skills than you would think.
This year, Mazzy was a lot more thoughtful about the whole experience. She was excited to see each friend as they arrived at her party, she opened her presents herself— each with equal amounts of fanfare, and she listened intently when I read her cards.
"Take a picture!" she screamed when Grammy got her a Cars racetrack. "I think I know what this is..." she grinned while unwrapping a pink pair of ice skates— the present she has been asking for since the summer.