Silly Sydney

Sydney is at a stage where she has us chuckling on a daily basis with the things she says. A few I don't want to forget...

Fruit Snacks
I have mentioned before that Sydney has developed some sleeping issues since moving to our new house. We have now gotten her to the point where she will fall asleep on her own, without me laying next to her holding her hand, or sitting right outside the door (that was fun), but she still wakes up on a nightly basis and comes into our bed. In a moment of parenting genius-ness, I told her several weeks ago that if she stayed in her bed all night we could go to the store where she could pick out any fruit snacks she wanted. Fruit snacks are one of Sydney's favorite "special treats," but I had decided not to have any in the house until she followed through. For the first week or so I would bring it up at night, but then it didn't seem to be working at all, so I stopped talking about it. Sydney, however, would ask nightly, "Fruit snacks?" One night, while still lying in bed awake an hour after I had tucked her in, Sydney yelled out, "I don't even like fruit snacks, Mom!"

My Body
Sydney tends to be very opinionated about her clothing (among many other things), and in order to avoid battles over this we try to give her lots of choices, thus the reason she wore her Halloween cat costume to church a few weeks ago. We are also working on potty training with Sydney, so she is often running around bare-bottomed while at home. This morning, after rejecting all of the options for clothes I had given her, she said while running out of her room, "I just want to wear my body!"

Somebody Stinks
Last night we were driving past the water treatment plant in Golden, which does not smell good at all. Sydney called out from the back seat, "Myles pooped!" We laughed a bit and tried to explain why it smelled bad. Sydney kept on going, "Ryker pooped."  "Sydney pooped." "Doggy pooped." After each person she listed, we would tell her no, and she would go onto someone else. Finally, she concluded by saying, "Somebody stinks."

Eyeballs
And just this afternoon, Sydney was in the bathroom with me while I was giving Ryker a bath. She was playing with Gilby's contact case, held it in front of my face, and said very matter of factly, "Those are Daddy's eyeballs."

Oh, Sydney, there are so many other things you say and do that make me smile. You are such a joy.