....Sydney has put chapstick all over an easel, thrown a thing of yogurt onto the carpet, squirted a tube of Orajel into the sink, and destroyed several art projects of her sisters. And that is just the beginning. She is in a very destructive, ornery phase, and needless to say, I am not enjoying it. I feel like we have regressed two years and I have to have my eye on her every minute of the day.
Whenever I get too frustrated with Sydney, I remind myself that when she was born she wasn't breathing. She fought her way back from that, and maybe I am dealing with that same fighting spirit now. If that is the case, I am glad she has the fight in her.