Flatulence

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, Daddy, we’re a team,” then raised his hand for a high five.

Crying

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 drifted off to dreamland.

Lasts

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 to be remembered for who we are not just on Sunday but for who we are on all the days in between. She went on to talk about relationships and making time for God and time for others. She ended her talk with a poem she had written with her 6 children in mind. It was all about lasts. She talked about how we take time to capture all the “firsts” but sometimes the “lasts” are more important. The last time you give your baby a bottle, the last time you rock them to sleep, their last midday nap, the last time they call for you in the middle of the night, the last time they climb in the bed with you at 3 AM, the last time you pick them up…etc.

It seems like sometimes I am so impatient with Davis, so eager for certain stages to be over, so eager to be able to sleep through the night uninterrupted, so eager to be able to have a moment by myself. I was just reminded by that lady’s words that Davis is going to one day grow up and be a man and all these stages will be done…finished…no going back. We’ve already experienced “lasts.” And there will be many more to come. Sadly, I don’t think I really noticed or appreciated the lasts that we have already experienced. But as of today, I am going to make a true effort to slow down, to take time for Davis, to appreciate all those little moments that oftentimes I miss.

Silas – 2 Weeks Old

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 lap, he wants to be held close, snuggled.

I think he’s changing already. His face looks fuller. His nose looks completely different than when he was born. I think he may have more hair.

I am trying my best to savor every moment of him, to not be distracted b/c I know that in the blink of an eye, he won’t be a baby anymore.

100 Times…No, 101 Times

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 love you, I don’t like you!
Daddy: Well, I love you.

Davis: (Runs into living room to tell me of the whole situation – in between sobs) Daddy won’t play this game with me.
Mommy: I think Daddy already played it with you.
Davis: Daddy played it like 3 times. I have played it 100 times. No…I have played it 101 times.

All this resulted in punishment and iPad privileges being removed.

New Arrival

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 of shock and was immediately whisked away by the nurses who declared that he was beautiful. By 10 AM, after a brief stay in the recovery room, I was taken to my room where I first got to hold our new bundle of joy.

Silas is now 6 days old, almost a week. He sleeps, eats, pees, and poops right on schedule. He is very content. Davis is in love with being a big brother and I am pretty sure Silas is in love with Davis.