There's some new stuff here....I have been adding posts that I previous only recorded in my journal in a effort to fill in some blank spots from the past six months...I intend to try to keep up with this little man's comings and goings - if that is possible! Enjoy...

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Birthday Party!

It is safe to say that he is a social creature....and what a blessing that is! His favorite #1 playmate is big sister Willow. You follow her every move, either with your eyes or physically. She is

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Exploration in Every Moment

This exciting, eye lighting, crazy grin moment was when Silas discovered that he could paint water onto the chalkboard side of the easel and it was legible. This may have been the first time he ever picked up one of the big, fat paintbrushes that had been used earlier by Willow. Looking like such a little young man...my, my, what a fine one-year old you have become!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

One Year Old!

Silas, my dear little man, today you are one! Bleary eyed with the brain of a Mom who never quite gets enough sleep, I simply cannot believe that he is a year old. He is walking, running, climbing - does this make him a toddler? How can that be? He will always be my baby. His spirit and nature are completely amusing, pure pleasure to be around. So much makes him laugh - his eyes dance with a flame of exuberance at so many everyday things. Watching him delight in the newness of the world around him makes me feel buoyant, light. Let me tell you about his toothbrush....the day I gave it to him, and sat him down on the little stool in the bathroom, he was so happy, so completely thrilled to have something of his own, something just for him. His eyes danced. Months later, he still loves it when I give it to him to brush those six cute little teeth that he worked so hard to cut.

I always want to remember that mischevious giggle, that sunshine filled grin. Many times when I am nursing, that look will pop into his eyes...a grin, a slight nibble and me saying a warning, "nooooooo" sends him inot giggles and laughter. He often laughs when I say 'no', which is scary. I wonder what the future holds....? His laughter is often couple with some juicy, raspberry type 'thhhhhh' sound that makes me smile. He is very interested in talking, making sounds, and I can hear a few distinct words from him: 'Mama, Dada, down'. When people come and go, he always waves goodbye, bobbing a wiggly wristed hand up and down. Sometimes he can be shy when he is in my arms. Enjoying the world from the safety of this vantage point. Tilting his head, leaning his cheek into my chest - always with a smile, never a tear. He is a charmer and I think he really likes people. He is naturally outgoing...silly, enjoying the smiling responses that he creates. Lately, in the evenings, he has been staying up late. Playing, babbling loudly, making all kinds of sounds and syllables - none of which make sense to me. I think he loves this time. A chance to play unobstructed by Willow. A chance to rule the roost. I treasure this quiet time...I love the chance to spend this special, calm time with him - just the two of us. Silas, my precious son, I love you and today I am celebrating you and the amazing gift that you are to me. Happy First Birthday, Little Man.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Vroom Vroom

Here's one of those precious little tidbits of Mr. Silas's emerging personality: he makes a 'vroom vroom' sound when he is playing with trucks and cars...and no, I did not teach him that. His acute observation skills picked that one up all on his own!

Friday, August 6, 2010

Rock Eating...

Nothing like a little rock eating at the playground...oh ya!

Monday, August 2, 2010

A Fond Goodbye

...Silas sure learned how to go with the flow on this Epic West Coast Journey. He is completely content as we enjoy our gelato and mentally prepared for the two day driving extravaganza that awaits us. I think it is pretty safe to say that he has become a seasoned traveller. I predict many an epic journey with him.