She doesn't look eight years old. She is not quite four feet tall, and still hasn't hit 40 lbs.
She can be a pill at times, but she is a snuggler, a kisser, and most of all, she still loves me. She tells me every day.
It kills me to think of what's going to happen in about four years.
Yesterday, her neighborhood buddy Zach (age 9) came over to see if she could play. He'd gotten a new Wii game that he wanted to show her, something about rabbits. I'm guessing now (after perusing Amazon) that it's probably "Rayman Raving Rabbids", or some such thing.