Foos became a four year old recently. Last year, we held her birthday party at a park and it was glorious. The kids had a playground to play in, cleanup was a breeze, the ice cream drippings were left to the ants. This year, I was an idiot and held the party at our apartment. Just kidding! Though I had a lot cleaning up to do when the party was over, Foos, her cousins, and friends had a great time. We ordered pizza, beat a piñata, ate a much too sweet cake, and celebrated the most magical little girl I have ever met.