Eight weeks

Where did the time go? Sydney Cheyne is eight weeks old today and it seems like just yesterday we were bringing her home, still in shock at her size and maturity. She's always seemed like an old soul, and that hasn't changed.

I've mentioned it before, but Syd is turning out to be a total hippy. She loves nothing more than being outside and looking up into the trees. She's partial to Bob Marley but seems to like all reggae. The trip threw a wrench into her schedule, so we're trying to figure that out again. The basics are sleep, nurse, play, nurse, sleep, nurse, nurse, nurse, nurse and repeat. She's not much of a sleeper, and really would prefer to be held, ideally nursing, 90% of the time. The girl's got a temper. She's either totally content or screaming her head off. If her cooing is any indication she's going to talk more than her brother does. She ADORES Eli and will stare at him forever. He has the easiest time making her smile, but we all try our damnedest. Syd's got the sweetest smile. Her whole face erupts in this huge grin and then she starts to squawk. So cute. She's not a fan of the bouncy seat and prefers to be lying right in the middle of the room or near the sliding glass door. She loves bathtime. She's gotten to be too long and strong for the sink so she got her first tub bath this week (with Eli. He was thrilled). She likes to suck on her fist and is a first class drooler.

I go back to work in two weeks. On one hand, I'm ready to go back, to wear shoes and have actual grown-up conversations. Ah, who am I kidding? I'm ready to go eight hours without wiping anyone's butt but my own. On the other hand, Syd still seems so little and I hate to think of missing any tiny squawk or giggle. She's such an awesome little girl. I can't believe we lucked out twice.