Beach Day

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.

Silas Turns 7

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.

Baby

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.

Silas – On Kisses

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.”

Santa

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.

Soft

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.

Davis Turns 11

Davis turned 11 yesterday. Today we got an email saying he had “aged out” of the Kids Skate Free program. I really don’t like that phrase “aged out.” It sounds so much like he’s not a kid anymore. When I look at him sometimes, I see a boy on his way to manhood, an almost teenager. But then other times, I look at him and he’s a baby, so much to learn still. This year has been a year of changes for Davis. He’s grown so much physically. He’s as tall as me and wears the same size shoes. I can steal t-shirts from his closet. He has started to care about his hair, using hair gel and hairspray to make sure his style is perfect before leaving the house. He cares about shoes, jewelry, and name brand clothing. There were glimpses of all these concerns pretty early on, but now he is very passionate about making sure his appearance is just so. Davis loves baseball. He was the starting pitcher for his team this fall season. He loves video games but hates reading. He feels so deeply all the time it seems. He has a few close friends whom he loves and wants to spend every moment with. He says he doesn’t like girls, but I am not sure I believe him because of the smirk that appears on his face when his friends are talking about certain girls in his class. This year, we chose not to have a party. Davis wanted to go to Great Wolf Lodge instead. It was the perfect weekend of waterslides, MagiQuest, ice cream, pizza, and trick or treating around the hotel. I sometimes wish I could make time stand still but then I am reminded that every season is special and unique and that it’s best just to enjoy every aspect of it while it lasts.