21 graces

I think it is high time for another Sydney edition of the "21 graces" series.  My poor, sweet daughter has been testing the limits lately; probably because I haven't blogged about her in a while.

1. Showing me a stuffed cat and dog: "This is my cat Liley and my dog Crinkle."  Two minutes later: "What are my cat's and dog's name again?"
2. "When I am 16, I can have coffee also." (Does that mean she thinks I'm 16?!)
3. "Are we on Pass Road?"  (Pass Road is one of the roads that leads to the Navy gate.  I'm not sure I've ever talked to her about that particular road, but she really likes it.)
4. Me, as I'm fixing her hair in the mirror: "Sydney, what color is your hair?"
Syd: "A little bit white and a little bit brown." 
5. Sometimes when she's in an agreeable mood she shouts, "Yes, ma'am!" as if she's in boot camp.  Sometimes I request she say, "Aye aye!", but not very often.
6. Sydney describing when to use and demonstrating the "stop, drop, and roll" method.  Thank you, Preschool.
7. When asked where we are moving: "Washington D.C.!"
8. While talking to Chet on the phone: "Daddy, you have to wear clothes when we move -- not work clothes, regular clothes."  (I think she meant she didn't think he should wear his uniform.)
9. While listening to Fox News in the car: *GASP* "Mommy, they said Washington D.C.!"
10. "Lorelei's grandma is Didi and my grandma is Grammy."  (This was not long after Syd and I flew to Baltimore for a wedding; Lorelei stayed with Didi in TX.)
11. Me: "Sydney, what did you do at school today?"
Syd, after a tired pause: "Stickers.  Gummy Bears.  Trees.  Snowflakes."  (Um, o-kay...)
12. Just as she was laying down for bed: "My flower pillow smells like chocolate...like a sheep."
13. I spilled some milk on the floor and she said, "Don't worry, Mommy, we can clean it up.  I'll get a napkin."
14. "Baby hug!" as she hugs my belly.  (I didn't invent this, she did.)
15. "That baby is so cute!" about pretty much any baby she sees.
16. "That would be so cute for my baby brother!" about pretty much any baby item she sees.
17. Unprompted, and for who knows what (the possibilities are endless): "I'm sorry, Lor." *Hugs her sister.*
18. "Watch me twirl, because I'm good at that now!"
19. "Did you see me bow?  I'm like a ballerina!"
20. "Oooooh!  Look at that!" about absolutely everything she laid eyes on at Hobby Lobby.
21. "Thank you for taking me to the CDC!"  (No, thank you, Sydney.)

She removed all of the black olives from the bowl and put them on her plate.  Thank goodness she didn't eat them all.

Acting like our neighbor's dog.

Proving she is in style at Victoria's Secret.

Plopped down like a vagabond in front of the library.

26-29 Weeks

Today I am 30 weeks along in this pregnancy, but I've neglected to post the last four weeks of belly pictures (my neighbor Colleen always takes my picture on Sunday, so tomorrow she will take my 30-week picture).  Here they are:

26 Weeks

27 Weeks

28 Weeks

29 Weeks

I look ginormous in that 28-week picture, but I blame the shirt.  Even though the truth is I can barely bend over anymore.

I really have nothing to report on the pregnancy front.  I had my 28-week appointment two weeks ago, and everything was fine (no gestational diabetes -- hooray!).  I still plan on posting about the day we had the gender-reveal ultrasound, and about Baby Boy's name, but I'll save those posts for another day when I'm sure I won't have any more brain power than I do right this moment (ah, procrastination).

In other news, I had a glimpse of my possible future the other morning.  It was Friday, October 25th, when Sydney was supposed to dress western for her fall carnival at school.  She doesn't have many western outfits; in fact, only one shirt.  This shirt:

It's a t-shirt with Willie Nelson's face on it, and says, "Have a Willie Nice Day."  I mean, how cute is that?!  But Sydney can't stand t-shirts.  I usually choose her school clothes the night before, and I knew I should have mentally prepared her for the t-shirt, but I decided to wing it (wrong choice).  I wanted her to wear the t-shirt, jeans, a belt, different boots than these, and a red bow, but I knew I would need to do a lot of compromising in order to get her into the t-shirt.  The compromises were the skirt, pink tights, and Uggs (she didn't care about the bow, but once she chose the pink tights I decided against the red bow).  But before we reached this compromise there were lots of tears on Sydney's part, and near-tears on my part, and this ridiculous argument with a 3-year old over fashion preferences was the glimpse of my possible future.  I hope not though.

Here's the only other picture I got at Sydney's fall carnival (I dropped Lorelei off with the babysitter and accompanied Sydney to school so that I could volunteer at the event):

This is Sydney's tired, cranky, hungry class, right after all of the festivities ended and right before lunch.

I hope everyone's having a great weekend!