For the past couple of months anytime anyone asked Evie how old she was she would answer "I'm a big three years old!". It was adorable. Much like her saying lan-ter-in for lantern and "the day before this day" for yesterday, it was a lovely reminder that even our wonderfully verbal daughter was still just a very little girl after all. For the last few weeks though her answer to the question "How old are you?" has been a little different. Now she's much more likely to tell you that she is 3 years old and provide you with the number of days left before she turns 4. She is growing up and looking toward her future. She doesn't need to be a "big three years old" anymore because soon she will be 4 and, one presumes, the "big" part will be assumed. She has come a long way this year. She's mastered daytime potty training, learned how to draw things that actually resemble what they are, and, most importantly of all, become an excellent big sister. Evie is always ready to cheer up a sad Suzy with a silly face, wacky noise, or a lullaby of her own invention. She's usually on the scene before I even get a chance to respond. And Suzy loves her big sister oh so very much. Every morning when Evie comes in to say hello Suzy responds with excited shouts and full body movements that make it clear that she is trying to will herself into her sister's arms. It amazes me just how obvious a 7 month old baby can make her love for the big sister who is the most outstanding thing in her world. And tomorrow my first baby will be 4. I've still got a couple hours though. A couple hours left having a big three years old. Don't grow up too fast kiddo.