Our Not So Little Girl

Sydney has started talking like crazy at home. She's still a little shy in public and when she's around people she's not familiar with but overall she is just a little talking machine. Just this week she starting using a few two word "sentences" like baba eess(banana please) and it dow(sit down). She uses the previous statement every time she wants her shoes on, which is every waking moment. I'm not sure when my shoe fetish began, but I'm pretty sure I was a few years older than this little girl is. I dread the day when we have to go into a shoe store together!


A few months after Sydney started walking, which was WAY too early, we taught her where her clothes went when she was getting ready for her bath. She's done a great job of continuing to put her clothes(and other things, such as her shoes and hair bows) in the hamper. Some days when I'm folding laundry if I don't get it folded and put away quickly enough Sydney feels the need to assist me with the process. When I make it back into the living room, after completing what ever task it was that distracted me from finishing the laundry in the first place, my folded stacks of clean clothes will by smaller than they were when I initially became distracted. Then Sydney will appear from her room with a proud look on her little face because she just helped mommy with the laundry. She helps me by taking her clean folded clothing and puts it into her laundry hamper. I guess we didn't make it clear that only clothes you've been wearing go in the hamper. :) It's now a running joke in our house that whenever something goes missing we tell the person to check Sydney's hamper. We have found several missing items this way, however.

Here are a few pictures from an early Easter celebration. It turned out to be a good thing that we celebrated with family early because Sydney got her first ear infection Easter weekend and we spent the next several days at home due to the fairly consistent clingyness and crying that were taking place.

Thank You Eesus

I am constantly amazed at the things I see Sydney do. Sometime it's things she's been doing for months and other times it's a first time event. When we sit down and eat dinner as a family, which is not as often as I would like but it still happens several times a week, we always hold hands and pray before we begin the meal. Several nights ago Jeremy and I were completely distracted by a conversation we were having, I don't even remember anymore what it was about, and we started eating without praying. A few bites into the meal Sydney started to reach for Jeremy and my hands. I can't even tell you what this simple action did to me, I had to work at holding back the tears.

After she had both of our hands in hers we told her we were going to thank Jesus. She then said thank you(through sing language) eesus(Jesus). What a lesson our little girl taught us that night. There is nothing that should be so distracting that we forget to thank our Heavenly Father for all the many blessings he has given us. And how humbling to have one of the greatest blessings He's given us remind us that we need to give him thanks.

Muffin?

A friend of mine posted this on her blog several days ago and I couldn't resist passing it along. I read this and could not stop picturing my days.

If You Give A Mom A Muffin

If you give a mom a muffin,

she’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it.

She’ll pour herself some.

Her three year old will spill the coffee.

She’ll wipe it up.

Wiping it up she’ll find dirty socks.

She’ll remember she has to do laundry.

When she puts the laundry in the washer,

she’ll trip over boots and bump into the freezer.

Bumping into the freezer will remind her

she has to plan for supper.

She will get out a pound of hamburger.

She’ll look for her cookbook.

The cookbook is setting under a pile of mail.

She will see the phone bill which is due tomorrow.

She will look for her checkbook.

The checkbook is in her purse

that is being dumped out by her two year old.

She’ll smell something funny.

She’ll change the two year old’s diaper.

While she is changing the diaper the phone will ring.

Her five year old will answer and hang up.

She’ll remember she wants to phone a friend for coffee.

Thinking of coffee will remind her

that she was going to have a cup.

And chances are… if she has a cup of coffee

her kids will have eaten the muffin that goes with it.

– author unknown

I guess I really didn't have much hope, as this was my life before I ever became a mom. I don't know where I'll be when I have more than one because a typical day for me is about twice this crazy.