Sometime in the last month my sweet baby girl gave up her pacifier, grew long skinny legs, started speaking in paragraphs, and almost effortlessly switched from diapers to toilets. (Don't worry, I paid my dues with Silas who took years filled with sweat and tears).
Here is the first poop! It was impressive but I thought I'd spare you.
She read one of my old childhood chapter books to pass the time.
We decorated with streamers on his bedroom door and balloons throughout the house (he woke Brian up in the middle of the night disturbed by the "ugly trap" someone made at his door)
Daddy went to work late and cooked a blueberry pancake breakfast for us. We blessed Silas, telling him what we love about him and remembering stories from his younger years. Madison shared stories about herself in between. She REALLY struggled with Silas' birthday today. I think her faith is wavering that she will ever have one of her own.
We made a stop by Chuck E. Cheese to pass the morning.
Then Chick-fil-A for lunch, including ice cream.
The day ended with a pizza dinner by the lake with his buddies followed by more ice cream and games of chase, hide & seek, and races.
He may have gone to bed delirious and screaming from exhaustion but I'd say he had a fun day.
And for the year to come, I have so much anticipation for him. It should be a pretty big one. Kindergarten and becoming a big brother to another sibling!
Watching him grow would be on my "Angie's Favorite Things" list. What a privilege it is to be a mother to such a smart and passionate little man. I wouldn't trade this guy for anyone.
In the middle of moving madness (and one might say that's an understatement, but that's a story for another day) Madison had to go to the doctor. He said his name was Dr. Dance because heartbeats make him dance.