Silas laughs hysterically sometimes. He loves to rip off his diaper - it makes him giggle and grin. He has amazing hand eye coordination. He takes the caps off felt pens and puts them back on....but I always keep an eye on him because inevitably those felts go straight into his mouth. He always seems to have a goose-egg or a bruise or a purple lump somewhere on his head from bumping and falling throughout the day. He screams from hurt feelings, like having his sister take a toy away, or from being told 'No' sometimes.
He is totally adoreable and handsome and beautiful. Random people everywhere comment on his epic cuteness - the gorgeous color of his eyes, the perfect shape of his head, the sweetness of his blonde, wispy hair. I am his Mom, what can I do but beam inside and casually comment "yeah...". I am so tired these days. He nurses all night long. The weeks pass by in a blur.....
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Last night Silas and I played a game of put-the-toys-in-the-bag together. It was great to see his proud smiles as he got the wooden puzzle pieces in. He has a stuffy, runny nose right noe and I can hear him snorfling as he nurses. He has been pushing kitchen chairs accross the room to gain acces to the countertops and their contents - of course bringing about an exciting new phase of alertness being required from Mom and Dad. He has amazing fine motor skills and interest in using is hands. Any object that contains something is of interest to him right now: boxes with lids, bags, purses, wallets, tins etc. Nothing is safe from his exploring little fingers. I could follow him around all day long, picking up the colossal mess left in the wake of his exploration storm....and I do!