Silas is officially sleeping in his crib at night. I wanted to keep him in the bed with us, but I knew it ultimately would not work. It took about 2 days to get him acclimated to his new sleeping arrangements. Most nights he is sleeping 5 hours, then 4 hours, not too bad for more…

We went to the jumpy place yesterday. Davis went missing. I became mind-spinningly frantic. Everyone was looking for him – Marian, Obea, Me, Rhea, Ayden, Trinity, strangers, everyone. I looked in the bathroom, sure that he would be there…no Davis. Obea looked outside in case someone had grabbed him. Marian was afraid that he was more…

We had Silas’s 3 week well baby visit today. Below are his stats: Weight – 9 lbs. 7 oz. – 50th percentile Height – 21 in. – 50th percentile Head Circumference – 39.5 cm – 75th percentile

Tonite, Tracy passed gas, i.e. he “pooted.” It was dreadful and I went on and on about how dreadful it was. Davis then “pooted” and wanted to know if his was just as bad. I told him that he and his daddy had the worst poots ever. Davis looked at his daddy and said, “Yay, more…

Silas cried himself to sleep last night. He started wailing and I tried everything I could think of to make him stop. He wouldn’t. So…I swaddled him and laid him on the bed beside me and just listened as he cried and cried and cried until all at once he stopped, closed his eyes, and more…

Often, when Davis and I get into “super-hero-role-playing” mode he excitedly proclaims “Hey Daddy, you’re Batman. I’m Robin!” And my heart swells.

I wrote the entry below almost a year ago and just found it in my “drafts” folder. Perfect timing and a perfect reminder to pay attention and relish in all of Silas’s firsts and lasts… I heard this speaker on the radio this morning talking about how our lives are a story, how we want more…

Silas is 2 weeks and 2 days old – Last night he slept 6 hours, woke up to eat, then slept 4 more hours. This boy loves to sleep. He’s actually sleeping right now as I type this entry. He’s sweet, content, and loves to be held tightly. He’s not happy just resting on your more…

Below is a record of a meltdown Davis had yesterday… Davis: Play this game with me Daddy. Daddy: I already played this game with you. I don’t like this game. Davis: I have played this game a lot of times. (Sob, sob, sob) Daddy: I am not playing this game with you. Davis: I don’t more…

January 4th – another Floyd boy entered the world. This time it was a much more controlled, predictable arrival. We were scheduled to enter the hospital at 6:30 AM. By 8:26 AM, after I was administered some serious body numbing medicine, Silas was born. He arrived with a shout of joy, no maybe a shout more…