Davis has decided he wants to learn to play the drums and the guitar. He also wants to be a singer, professional baseball player, real estate agent, and a millionaire.
One night Silas came and laid beside me on the couch. He commenced to kissing me all over my face. He then looked into my eyes and said, “I like you, Mommy.”
This past week Silas turned 6. Six seems so big to me. Based on my experience with Davis, life just speeds up after 6. Because I know this, I have taken the time this week to spend any chance I could snuggling with Silas, trying not to miss a second of this sweet time with him.
Five was a growing year for Silas – he started Kindergarten, lost his first tooth, memorized all the books of the Old Testament, learned to really read, and to wipe his own butt after a traumatic experience at school. He loves art, sometimes choosing to sit at our kitchen counter and draw and color instead of playing. He is a movie buff and will watch the same movie repeatedly. I can’t decide if he is memorizing lines or watching the movie over and over in an effort to eat more popcorn. Pokemon is his obsession right now and he has no patience with people who can’t really play the game. He loves his stuffed Pichu, Joseph, Ice Bat, and costumed Pikachu, taking them to bed with him every night. Every morning, Silas wants to ride to school with me even though it means he has to get up at least 30 minutes earlier. He is my boy who gets intensely angry at the drop of a hat, but loves just as deeply.
I sometimes wish I could slow life down, but each year brings it’s own sweet and unique gifts. I can’t wait to see what 6 brings.
Davis thinks girls are weird and gross. He doesn’t think they are pretty and wants nothing to do with them. Silas, on the other hand, thinks girls are amazing. He loves when they chase him at recess and even asks them to pursue him. Since beginning kindergarten, he has convinced himself that several girls in his class “like” him, just as the ones in preschool did. So, the other day he informed us that he asked these girls if they “liked” him. They responded with a “No” – they just like playing with him at recess. I am sure this “No” response would make their fathers very happy. Silas, not to be detoured or rejected, began to explain to them why he is such a catch. He explained that he is not the average kindergartener (his words). He detailed how he can read books that are beyond what a kindergartner should be reading. In addition, he knows how to multiply. Now, these girls didn’t change their minds. But, maybe one day, when Silas is the CEO of his company, these girls will see the error in their ways. Silas, I am sure, will remind them of this encounter in kindergarten when he tried to tell them he was a catch.
Silas has discovered chapter books. He finished his first one – The Yeti Files – on our way to the mountains. When we arrived back home, he pulled all the Magic Treehouse books out of Davis’s cabinet. He finished the first one in one day and is onto his second one. We may have a reader on our hands!
Tonight Silas wrote a note to the tooth fairy requesting that she not take his tooth. He wanted to keep the first one. The note was plain and simple. “Do not take my tooth. I want to keep the first one.” Davis told Silas this was inadequate, that he needed to say something nice about the tooth fairy first and persuade her not to take the tooth. Silas didn’t listen, but the tooth fairy did oblige, leaving the tooth safely under his pillow along with a signed “OK” on the note and a $10 bill.
Today Davis celebrated his last day in the single digits. For his 10th birthday, he requested a baseball party. We went out to the baseball fields, played an actual game, then ate baseball game food followed by serious chocolate cake.
I can’t believe he is already 10. It seems like he was just a baby. This past year, Davis has fallen in love with baseball even more. He also loves Pokemon although he gets angry and agitated when he doesn’t win. In school, he loves math and PE, and complains frequently about reading class. Davis loves hugs and snuggling and being close to his mama, although not in public. He thinks girls are weird and doesn’t care to talk about them at all. If you tell him he’s handsome, he smirks and says, “No I am not.” Davis constantly begs his daddy to go outside and throw the baseball or football with him. It doesn’t matter if it’s 100 degrees or 20, he’s always ready to go outside. He has a love/hate relationship with his brother. Sometimes they are huddled together on the couch over a game of Dragon City. Other times they are involved in a non-stop, non-sensical bickering session. Tracy and I didn’t pray to God to have children. We decided on our own that we weren’t having children, thinking that saving our money, living in a condo, and traveling was the better option. Thankfully, God had a different plan. I can’t imagine life without Davis or Silas. Our lives forever changed 10 years ago on Halloween night. Davis became a part of our family, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Today, Silas lost his very first tooth at Davis’s birthday party. When we got home, I asked him if the one beside it was loose too. He said, “No, that one is stabilized.”
Both of our boys are huggers. They would hug all day long if you let them. Tracy and I cannot hug each other alone anymore. When we hug, if the boys see us, they run to us like magnets and yell, “Family Hug!”