We celebrated M.’s fourth birthday last night. As mentioned earlier, her actual birthday is today. We didn’t make a huge deal out of. Next year, no doubt, she’ll realize that she got to go to several cool birthday parties for friends and that she should start complaining about wanting farm animals to come to the house, or a trip to Chuck E. Cheese, or something like that when her birthday comes around. Perhaps this was our final chance to have a quiet one at home. She did well most of the day, which I was incredibly thankful for since I was suffering from a migraine until about 5:00 when my…