My Baby

It doesn't matter that only 2 minutes seperate her and her older sister I still think of her as my baby. Since the kids started hogging the TV to play the WII Sydney's solution is to watch TV in our room. It has to be Dora or Diego rarely will anythin else pacify her.

Obviously this was a crazy hair day. While Sydney rarely will hit, bite or pull hair (unlike Aubrey) she throws serious tantrums. So serious in fact I have a name for them, we call them her crying jags. During these jags she will put her head down, cover her eyes and cry inconsolably for a long, long time. I have tried to comfort or distract with no success. I've learned to let her cry it out wheather it be in her bed, the floor or a chair (she chooses). She's definetely gotten more even tempered as evidenced by the above smiles but she's still somewhat challenging. Perhaps its from all the being squished in the womb.

P.S. I found my ring. Only after looking through an entire sack of garbage I discovered it on the bottom of the gross cupboard where the garbage was, it looked out of place. I promptly cleaned it up and replaced it to my finger never again to be parted. I also blame the mishap on my sweet husband for his overzealous cleaning. And yes, only I can find something to complain about when my husband cleans up.