four years old and ready to party.

early birthday-morning excitement at the track.

baba, why do we have to bring so many things to my birthday party?

chock full of instruments, the parade headed off.

elie slept though the march while auntie flew the team flag.

elizabeth, can i trade you the drum for that triangle thing?

(and careful readers may notice the two matching capes...)

anne did a lions share of frosting-in-the-park.

and elie kept sleeping

singing ensued while little hands shielded candles from the wind

just long enough that a kid, not the wind, would blow them out.

chilling in the baby corner.

a long drink after a long afternoon.

 packed up and headed home, pleased as punch.