My sweet little Sydney, how you are growing. Today your baby brother Tyler was baptized and is 8 weeks old and tomorrow is his two month old birthday. In a few short weeks my maternity leave ends. The time I have with you is so precious and you are saying such wonderful things.
You say 'girls' with an old little twist that throws in the cutest pronunciation pattern - it sounds a bit like "gails". You say "Oh, good gaaiill mommy" like you are terribly proud of me when I do something you like and say 'Oh! That's good!" You say cute things like "that makes my heart so very happy", one-up me on the "I love you more than" game, and tell me I am your best friend. You call yourself a "big girl baby" and are the most amazing creature I have ever encountered. Even when the words you say are parroted from TV shows you steal my heart.
You are part diva, part clown and part drama queen, and have a vocabulary that puts other toddlers to shame. You are almost potty trained but refuse to go poop in the toilet; you put on your own shoes, you are fiercely independent but also amazingly affectionate and loving. You adore your new little brother even as I see you fighting to maintain what you see as your place in my arms.
You are 2 years and 10 months old Sydney Grace. Today I read to you Ty's copy of "On the Day You Were Born" and I cried. The day you were born, I began to learn a brand new kind of music that is uniquely you. I can't help but try to sing along.
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