4

She woke me up at 6 to ask if she was 4 yet. I said I thought we needed another hour of sleeping to make really sure she was 4. She obliged (we don't really do early mornings so 7am was early enough for all concerned).

And then as we got out of bed she asked if she looked any bigger, she had been expecting a big growth spurt in the night - this cracked me up.

And then presents, pastries, a bit of a tantrum because she didn't want to wear jeans, more presents while Facetimimg Nanny Gangad, the zoo where we watched an orangutan play peekaboo (amongst many other exciting sights), daring feats in the playground, birthday dinner with Grandad and yet more cake.

Being 4 seems pretty excellent so far.