Letters to Charlotte: 4 Years


Dear Charlotte,
Happy Birthday to my best girl! Last Friday, you turned four years old, and I think both of us are very much looking forward to this coming year. Age three was a year of a lot of growth for you, and while I will always carry sweet memories of you at age three, I won’t soon forget how challenging it was either. But recently, I see a side of you emerging that is softer, and more mature, and I can’t wait to see who Four Year Old Charlotte turns out to be. 

Charlotte, at 4 years old you:

  • Weigh 34.8 pounds (52%) and are 39.25 inches tall (43%)
  • Wear size 4T clothes and size 8 shoes
  • Went an entire year without being sick once
  • Know all your letters and most of their sounds. You are obsessed with the letter “C” and point out “C for Charlotte” letters constantly
  • Are beginning to write letters although you don’t have much interest in it most days
  • Love to play pretend, swing, watch your shows, and do any kind of art project
  • Cannot stand to be by yourself. It’s a struggle to get you to go to your room or play room if anyone else in the family is downstairs
  • Finally are turning around your relationship with Grayson. Lately, you have been really sweet to him- giving him hugs and kisses and bringing him toys
  • Adore Nolan and love playing with him, but you also get super frustrated with him when he takes your stuff or messes up your projects. I don’t blame you. But for the most part  you are sweet to him and my favorite thing is to hear you encourage and praise him.
  • Love school and are always happy to go. Your favorite class is still drama.
  • We had a tea party on Saturday with a few close friends and family, and you absolutely loved it. You colored flower pots and planted seeds, played in the backyard with your friends, ate Chick Fil A nuggets and drank “tea” (hot cocoa) from real glass tea cups. Aunt Hannah made gorgeous, delicious cupcakes, and you got some really great new toys and art supplies.

Charlotte, you know I love you so, so much. You make me laugh, sometimes cry, and always feel so lucky that God chose me to be your mommy. Happy 4 years, sweet girl.
Love, Mommy

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