Davis got into the bed with us this morning. After kicking Tracy and physically laying his entire body on top of me, he gave me sweet kisses on my face and my arm. Happy Mother’s Day!

I ate waffles for breakfast – prepared by my husband. He used my recipe and low and behold they turned out just as good as mine – only because I told him about the vanilla that I add that isn’t a part of the recipe. I may never make waffles again. I had steak for more…

Me: “What is the moon made of?” Davis: “Milk.” Me: “What is the sun made of?” Davis: “Fire.” Me: “Why doesn’t our car float off into the air when we drive it?” Davis: “Because it doesn’t have anything floatable.” Me: “But then why do airplanes fly?” Davis: “Because they have wings.” Me: “Then what about more…

A few days ago Obea baby-sat Davis for me while I took Silas to the doctor. Apparently Rhea went up and kissed Davis right on the lips. Davis just kept watching TV and pretended not to notice. He already knows how to play hard to get.

We are on spring break this week. We have done virtually nothing. Today when everyone woke up – Silas at 4 AM, Davis before 6 AM, I asked Davis what he wanted to do today. His response was, “I want to play Candyland and build a fort.” So we played Candyland. I am pretty sure more…

Davis came home from school so excited today. They were celebrating St. Patrick’s Day in his class by setting a trap for a leprechaun. They used shamrocks and pennies in their trap. Apparently, the leprechaun did visit the room but did not stick around for the kids to see him (smart choice). Although while there, more…

Silas is no longer nursing. He stopped at 14 months. We were both sick and I think we were both just too tired. He is now eating everything including beans.

Silas Floyd has officially taken his very first consecutive steps. It happened in Columbia while we were in Charlotte shopping at the dreaded Ikea. Aunt Pat and Aunt Carol had been forcing Silas to practice walking for hours on end until finally he took more than 3 steps, 8 to be exact. Even through the more…

is there never an end to it? it plagues me all the time. i call myself a worrier. i worry that i have created a new worrier, davis. i worry about everything from illness to college funds. i fret over the big and the small. right now silas is not well. he has an ear more…

Silas eats everything except beans – he promptly spits those out. Davis eats mostly nothing except pretzels and peanut butter. We cooked hot dogs this week – the kind that are nitrate free. I bought these thinking that maybe we could have a dinner that Davis would enjoy. Once the hot dogs were grilled, Davis more…