Syd once more

Just a couple of Sydney's greatest hits from today:

First, we went to the new Children's Museum of New Hampshire--large, loud, and TONS of fun. The kids were both WIPED on the way home, and Sydney fell asleep in the car. I pulled in to get gas, and when I got to the pump & turned off the car...Sydney sat straight up with a start and yelled, "chicken nuggets and fries!!". I turned around to laugh at her, and Colin was just back there shaking his head going, "it's the gas station, Sydney".

Then just before bed tonight, I hear Sydney yell from the bathroom inquiring as to whether or not I could please come & help her *ahem* wipe. I yelled back that she is plenty old enough to handle these things, and she yells back...."okaaaay, but it's seriously a piece of work."

An overdeveloped love of fried foods AND an appreciation of potty humor. My girl.

I'm pretty sure this is where favoritism has it's roots...

I woke up a couple of days ago to THIS on my pillow.

Had it been from Sydney, however, it would've gone a little something like this:

i like you most days. you're not that bad it's fun when you let me have my way. it is. you'll do. buy me lip gloss today and i want to be called isabelle from now on. love sydney farris

touchy, touchy!!

I've been told by a number of you that my previous post today was so horribly offensive that you will never return to this blog if I don't rectify the situation...and SOON!

So--here. A dog in a bunny suit. What's more sugary sweet than THAT?!

STOP if you're eating...

Ya know how they say that dog crates are so great because no dog will crap where they sleep?

Well--Pooch has once again bucked tradition.

And, if you must know, the sad truth is that the blanket he has in there actually caught most of it. The blanket and the WALL behind the kennel, that is.

You're welcome. Happy weekend!

Sydney, oh sweet Sydney

Look who learned to write her name.

Look who wrote her name on Colin's rug.

COLIN'S rug. Couldn't even sign her name on something in her own room. There was apparently something in her that thought this would be a good idea--fun, even. Riiiiiggghhht up until she heard me coming up the stairs, that is. She quickly learned that--while we are all very proud of her skill -she's gonna want to find a piece of paper next time.

I'm posting this picture here today because I mostly want to smother her right now, and I know that the memory of Syd writing her name in marker on Colin's rug will someday make me smile.

She's got strep throat...been dealing with that for 2 days. I've gotten NO sleep, she's gotten really lousy sleep, she's been running a 101 to 103 degree fever for 2 days, she refuses to swallow & has demanded a spittoon for all spit in her mouth, she's decided that no amount of grape flavoring in her penicillin will make it acceptable, and we're all about at our wit's end with the whining. Oh, the WHINING.

So--here's to better days ahead. And to Colin NOT getting strep.