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.