She's Four

When Alyssa turned four, it seemed like such a big deal. She was so big! So grown up.

Olivia was six weeks old when Alyssa turned four.

Today, Olivia turns four years old. And she seems to little still. Perhaps if she were a big sister, she'd seem big and grown up.

Maybe not, though.

She's come so far. She's amazing.

She's got such a sense of style. She knows what looks good and she wants to wear it. She notices everything. My mom might change earrings before we arrive and Olivia will see it.

If I wear new shoes, Olivia notices. I love it.

I love her.

Her new independent streak, her constant jumping and climbing. Her desire for all things frilly and girlie.

Four is pretty amazing, even the second time around.

Four still wakes up way too early even on the weekends. Four still needs to be reminded to pee in the potty.

But four also laughs into her hand at her cousin getting sprayed in the face by the drinking fountain. Four knows that she could hurt his feelings if she laughs outright.

Olivia amazes us all every single day. She poses for pictures, she prances around in all her different patterned tights, she knows her name on sight and she sings every song she hears.

I'm so excited to see what more amazing things she'll discover during this year, this year of being four.