Four years old is definitely "big boy" territory (although there's still plenty of crying and whining going on). He's one of the kids now.
Another big birthday just passed, too, although I'm not sure exactly when. Pippa turned two some time this week. (When I adopted her, I was told she was eight weeks old, but had she turned eight weeks that day? Several days earlier? It was unclear, so I made her birthday the same as Max's, August 9.) Look at this picture of her this morning.
Those of you who know her, will see the significance -- she's SLEEPING. In her bed, during the day. I was actually walking around from room to room, and she was lying in her bed SLEEPING!
She's been doing this lately, just in the past week. This puppy has been stuck to me like velcro for two years, jumping up to follow me from room to room, barely closing her eyes when I'm around, so a few times I've actually gotten concerned when I noticed she wasn't underfoot and gone looking for her, only to find her lying in her bed. *Sigh* My babies are growing up!!