I love the relationship forming between Az and Z. Despite the almost decade between them in age and the fact that one of them is still in the very early stages of learning to talk and the other barely pauses in his talking long enough to take a breath, they are quickly becoming the best of friends. Last night when Az woke up in the middle of the night (as she does every single night. every. single. night.) she didn't call for her dad or me; she called for her brother. Most likely it was because she knew her brother getting her would mean play time, but it was still very sweet.