I feel really bad for my son. For Sydney's first birthday we went all out. We had a huge party with all of our families and she got spoiled rotten. Poor Sawyer turned one and it was just another day. We didn't do anything for him. In fact I didn't get him a present until the end of July and it was a dorky little helicopter that plays music. Poor kid. A few weeks after his birthday we had Ben and Allison, and the Fabrizio's over for dinner, and I threw together a cake and we slapped a candle on it and sang. Sad excuse for a birthday. Oh well, he didn't care.
Sawyer also recently started walking. He holds both hands up high above his head, and he looks like a floating head. I think he looks like E.T. walking, but that's just me. He's cute.
Sydney is just a goofy almost four year old. Her birthday is the end of this month and we will be doing a Wizard of Oz party. She's obsessed with that movie. She is getting a cheerleading costume from Grandma for her birthday and I was taking her measuremetns, and she kept saying, "Are you doing this so I can go to kindergarten in five weeks?" She thinks she belongs in kindergarten.
Sydney has Sawyer's 6-12 month shorts on over her shorts, buttoned. She's a skinny little bean.
