Well, today's been a cool one. we really didn't have much to do. This morning I awoke to the persistent tapping of lindsey's finger on my hand....that's code for "look at Silas but don't let Him know you're looking"... see, Friday night is "sleep in mommy and daddy's bed night" so Silas was between us. I was acutely aware of his presence because of the knots in my back and the crink in my neck that usually accompanies a night sleeping next to the human torch/hamster in a wheel that is my son Silas. Well, when I rolled over to look at him he was sitting straight up with the biggest smile on his face like..."what are you waiting for? Let's get this day Rollin!"....It took me a little longer to wake up but eventually I was in the kitchen performing another of our traditions which I love. Whenever we have a slow weekend I get to make breakfast on Saturday morning. My wife, who many of you know is a marvelous cook, simply doesn’t "do" breakfast. She CAN...she just prefers that I do it. No problem...cause there are few things that I enjoy more than making a breakfast for 27 for just the 3 of us. Pancakes, sausage, eggs and hash browns later...we were ready to start the day. So we set off to go play disc golf. We bundled up...drove to my favorite course, got out of the car...and within 5 seconds Silas and Lindsey were over it....haha. It WAS cold. Silas didn't want to leave. He just wanted to go home and "get some gloves" haha. But we had to go. Luckily the playground was in the sun so Silas played on the swing for a few minutes first but..... So, back home just in time for the winterville Christmas parade!!!! Except...Silas fell asleep on the way home. (Sweet! NO parade!). We spent the next few hours all laid out on our couches in the living room. Lindsey and Silas napped while I read a good chunk of my book (which I will review for you when I finish) After that, nothing. I mean. We played and read books and played and watched some TV. Lindsey whipped up a good supper. But it was chill.... We watched a movie called "Christmas in Connecticut". It's an old black and white one. I hadn’t seen it before but it was pretty good. Silas and I have been playing drums more. He's getting to where he can keep tempo. He'll stomp the kick in quarter notes while crashing a cymbal or banging a drum in the same rhythm The other night he said, "daddy...I do dis drums boom boom psh boom boom psh boom boom psh" he was beat boxing like the old man! haha. This brings me to my Dad moment. See, the rest of the evening went as many have gone lately. Same old routine. Same old function same old stories and kisses and crying and spankings and hugs and night nights.... Silas is 2 now. He's gone through so many phases. Each one is complete with its own routine. The same thing over and over until suddenly...it's gone. That phase is over and we aren't doing that any more. It's been a long time since he wanted to watch Lightening McQueen every night or eat pancakes and chicken nuggets at every meal. He's growing up and learning about more and more that he can do. Tonight we played basketball on his little goal and he was shooting the ball with the goal at it's highest setting....he used stand under the goal and streeeeetch the big ball over his head and then cry when the rim knocked it out of his hands. Now he's taking half room shots and making a few! I love it but it makes me think about all those older parents who have told me "they grow up so fast" "I can hardly remember when..." Tonight I had to once again make the tough decision to MAKE him sleep in HIS bed..."it's not Friday" I tried to rationalize with him....haha....no beans. He's smart and he knows he can manipulate us...but he's also just a little kid who REALLY wants to sleep with his mom and dad....or "in daddy's spot" as he says all the time. He lost tonight. But as a consolation price to his contemplative father....I laid with him until he fell asleep in His bed. haha...at least I thought I did. As soon as I thought I was in the clear and was leaving his room I heard a little scratchy voice saying "daddy?" "can I have your pillow?" hahaha....he wanted my pillow off my bed....I said, "yeah buddy...you're a good boy...(got him the pillow)...good night buddy" and he rolled over and put his head on my pillow and with a sigh and a big smile he said, "good night daddy." Yeah, I', gonna miss these days. But I can hardly wait to see what God has in store for my little dude. He's got great talent. I can see it already. He's also compassionate and outgowing. We'll see how these skills and personality traits develope but do me a favor. Pray for me and my little man. I want more than anything for him to grow up and be a God honoring man in this world. He looks up to me right now and I pray that I can earn his respect in years to come. Pray for all the young parents out there. We've got a hard task ahead of us and screwed up world to work with. Peace. | 
