Overheard while the boys were getting ready for school:
Davis (to Silas): “You should spike up your hair in the front. I think that would look better.”
Silas: “What?!? No!”
Davis: “But it’ll make you more popular and you’ll have more friends. Who’s someone that’s popular that you wish was your friend?”
Silas: “I don’t need more friends – I have too many now that I wish would just leave me alone!”
Davis: “. . .”
Today, I took both boys to the beach. I sat on the beach and watched them play in the sand and just tried to soak it all in. Davis is getting so big, such a mix of little boy and teenager. Some days, I look and him and want to just stop the growing, put a halt to it, and hold on tight to that sweet innocent child of mine. Today at the beach was a day when he just played. Played in the sand and smiled and laughed and ate snacks without being concerned with anything else. Wearing his Texas Rangers baseball hat, he even still looked like a “little.” It was a best day.
This year, Silas turned 7. When I look at his face, I still see a 4 year old, my sweet baby. But alas, he’s 7. Silas still loves art and will oftentimes go sit at his art table by himself and draw and color even when his brother is begging to play with him. He loves board games and likes to play the ones that take patience and commitment, like Risk or Monopoly. He’s a dancer. If a song with a good beat comes on, he can’t help himself, the music takes over his whole being. Silas is a sweet snuggler, full of hugs and kisses. He doesn’t want me to leave the house in the mornings before he has gotten his daily hug. At the same time, he can be feisty and hot-tempered. If he gets tired or angry, look out, he’s a raging bull. Silas is a reader and will read and read and read until we stop him or until sleep takes over. He loves school, not always admitting it though, and is eager to be challenged and learn new things. His personality is infectious. Tracy went on a field trip with him the other day, and said that all the kids in his group were vying for his attention – Silas, come look at this…Silas lets go over here…Silas look at me. One little boy asked Tracy, “How’d you make Silas so smart?” Truthfully, this boy brings is such a joy. I am thankful that God chose me to be his mama.
Every since the day Davis wasn’t a baby anymore, he has wished he could be a baby again. He still says it to this day – Mom, I wish I could go back to being a baby. The other day, he said to me – Mom, I wish I could get back in your belly and be attached to your extension cord. Extension cord? I questioned. Your biblical cord – he responded. After laughing hysterically, I said – Do you mean my umbilical cord? Yeah, that’s what I meant.
While snuggling before going to bed last night, Silas said, “Mom, when I was in kindergarten and even this year, all the kids say ‘Ewwwww’ when someone mentions kissing. But you know their parents’ kiss them. And, you know they are going to get married one day and they are going to kiss their husband or wife.” Davis interjected, “Not everyone gets married.” Silas responded with, “Yeah, but like 90% of people do, so they are going to kiss.”
Working REALLY hard to get enough snow gathered to make a very tiny snowman snowboy? snowpixie?
Persistence pays! This actually came together better than expected.
One boy takes 2 showers a day even though he hasn’t left the house in several days. The other rejoices and proclaims, “I have worn this same pajama shirt for two days straight!”
This year Silas wrote a lengthy letter to Santa. In his letter, he did not make any requests for gifts. Instead, he bombarded Santa with an abundance of questions. Much to Silas’s surprise, Santa responded to his letter, answering most of his questions. Silas found the response rolled up and tied with a ribbon, nestled in the limbs of his Christmas tree. He was initially curious, not understanding what the scroll was exactly. Finally, he untied the bow and unrolled the scroll, skimmed to the bottom of the letter to find that it was, in fact, an authentic letter, addressed to him and signed – Santa. We asked what he had received. He immediately raced into his room proclaiming, “You wouldn’t understand.” Silas needed privacy to read his letter. After finishing, he came back into the living room, letter in hand, and sat on the couch looking stunned, blankly staring into space, processing what had just happened. Eventually, Silas did let us read the letter. I am still not sure he knows what to think. He asked me what he should do with this surprise letter. I told him I wasn’t sure. So, he rolled it back up, replaced the bow, and tucked it back into the limbs of his Christmas tree.
Silas (As he is hugging me and rubbing my arm): Mommy, your skin is so soft. I wish I could take it make my own clothes out of it.
I didn’t have words for him. His sentiment was sweet, but the image of it all was a little creepy.
Mommy, I just love shoes. When people walk by, I always am looking at their shoes.