Long Day

Sometimes after a long day working at daycare, Sydney likes to come home and settle in, take off her pants and put her feet up. This is the "don't bother me, I'm decompressing...and can you get me another stiff drink of milk" face.

Hugs All Around

Up to this point the encounters have been cordial at best. A knowing glance, a nod or the occasional brush as Sydney walked past. Putting them next to each other elicited only cries of horror. Finally, at a no name restaurant on a random Sunday evening, the cousins decided it was time to get to know each other and got down to being friends. So started the hug fest and Sydney could barely be torn away from Lauren. Lauren loved every minute of it as well (as you can tell from her face) and the two agreed to meet more often and knock out some good play dates.

An Everyday Workout

Sometimes people ask me how old my daughter is or how much she weighs (she's a little small for 20 months). The surprise usually comes when I respond that she's 20 months and weighs 40 pounds. Oh...by herself she's only about 22 but the chances of me ever carrying her around alone are slim to none. First, there's two baby dolls that must go wherever we go. Then there's a ducky. Then there are multiple tiny bears. Pacifiers. A book perhaps. The babies bottles, blankets and sometimes clothing for all of them....and this wrapped up in one big daddy hug where going down the stairs now becomes a treacherous activity. Help us all if I drop a bear or something because the "uh oh" song starts and I won't hear the end of it until everything is picked and safely back in our arms. So while she may weigh 22 pounds, to me she's the 40 pound gorilla in the room.