Tracy and I took the boys skating last Thursday night. Tracy can skate, I cannot, so I was just there for moral support. Davis had tried skating couple of weeks before and this time was no different, he mostly just hung on to the walk as he laboriously made laps around the rink. I am thinking this will be just like bike riding, one day he absolutely cannot do it and the next thing you know, he’s out there skating backwards. Silas doned his skates and started marching around the carpet with reckless abandon. He was crazy. He would hold onto my hand and just roll around not caring if he fell or not. Sometimes I think he tried to fall just to be silly. So there you have it, two different boys, two different personalities, one entertaining night of skating.
Last night as I was in the kitchen cooking, Davis was laying in the playroom area singing. It was a song I had never heard before and it went like this…
Use your imagination,
Share everything except bad ideas,
Try new things,
Take care of stuff,
Say you’re sorry,
I thought for a moment that he learned it in music class then I wondered if it was a Disney song…it had the melody of one.
At some point it occurred to me that these were the words from the “Playroom Rules” picture in our play area. He had made up the music for these words. Now, I don’t know if he’ll be the next Voice star one day, but clearly the boy has a gift.
Silas will be 3 in January, that makes him 2 and 5/6 years old. He loves popsicles. Everytime we walk by the freezer, he says, “Can I have a popsicle?” Anytime he is told no, his resonse is, “Awwwww,” frequently followed by him wilting to the floor like he is totally defeated.
My friend Kim kept my boys a few weekends ago so that Tracy and I could go to a marriage conference. At some point during the conference, I received a text, “Does Silas ever get told no?” Followed by, “I had to put his sword in time out because he hit both Davis and Cannon, and he cried like the world had ended.” The truth is, I don’t tell him no a lot. Silas is sweet and cute and simply hard to say no to. He doesn’t ask for much either.
So, I guess, “No” is the end of the world to a 2 year old who doesn’t ask for much.
- the smell of Davis’ hair after he takes a bath.
- that Davis has to give me a butterfly kiss, an eskimo kiss, and a people kiss before we depart.
- Davis’s guacamole goodbye.
- laying in the bed past 8 o’clock when Davis goes to spend the night with Nana and Grandpa.
- clean sheets.
- fizzy drinks with salt and pepper potato chips.
- springing forward and longer spring days
- dates with my husband
- gifts – any kind, big, small, surprise, etc.
- Middleton Place – one of my favorite weekend getaway places
- going out of town in general – I have tried to get Tracy to let’s sell everything and purchase an RV and become gypsies
- shoes and dresses
- snuggly silas
- fresh flowers
- seeing Davis and Silas play together
- the look in Silas’s eyes when we pick Davis up from school
- the Bistro
- afternoon naps
- having family over on Sunday afternoons
- quiet moments by myself
- a clean house
- that tired, salty feeling you get after going to the beach
- frozen York peppermint patties
- a clean car with a tank full of gas
- warm, milky coffee on cold mornings