The highlight of our Colorado journey was introducing Sydney to our family friends The Schreibers.
Girl group.
Rump-a-nick-a, Pump-a-nick-a ...
Rich helps Syd reach an apple. Rich baby-sat me when I was about that age.
It's hard to see Theresa and Sydney in the distance, but I love this photo because it reminds me of the many summer evenings when Theresa and my Mom walked around each other's yards. With a cup of coffee in hand, they would survey and take note of the plants/flowers they were growing. I'm not sure how much Sydney contributed to the conversation above, but I'm pretty sure she was not carrying coffee :)
Master Gardner?
Sydney and "Baby." Actually that's almost-8-year-old Kristina. She was quite polite and tolerated Sydney's nickname. Sydney calls anyone too young for driver's license a "Baby." Of course, Syd is always a "Big girl."
Water works.
Frog/toad watch.
Chair aerobics.
Chair stretch.
Smother mother.
Sweet girl.
Colorado finch.
Pining for pine cones.
Sydney rocks the patio.
Rock relocation.
Mountain sunset.
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In the present: Sydney was getting impatient this morning as Brian and I hustled to get ready for the Purdue football game. I was upstairs when the cries for "Mommy" evolved into a pip squeak voice calling out "Amy." Brian quickly suggested that Sydney try that request again ...