In all seriousness, we're all doing great. Silas is a busy busy boy. He's constantly talking, although we can only decipher about 15% of what he says, which usually includes his insertion of the words "wocket ship" and "twenny minutes" in most conversations for some reason. We haven't figured out why yet, but if anyone has any theories, I'd be happy to entertain them.
He can throw some truly amazing tantrums over the most random things you can imagine. Last night he cried for 40 minutes straight because the cup he wanted me to pour his milk in did not exist. Note, that the problem was not that I wouldn't use the cup of his choice for his dinner beverage (and he has many, many options, ranging from various colors of sippy and/or straw cups, to various colors of small plastic topless cups he refers to as "bi' boy" [big boy] cups). Nope, he was upset because we don't actually own the cup that he wanted to use. I really love this kid, but sometimes he can drive me slap out of my mind.
Since we last wrote, buddy turned two and had a big old Halloween-themed birthday party;
Went trick or treating, had to be chased after as he tried to run into all of our neighbors houses after they gave him trick or treat candy;
Refused to eat a single bite of our amazing Thanksgiving dinner in North Carolina (if you know me at all--seriously, I love Thanksgiving so much, I usually take a picture of my piled high Thanksgiving plate before I dig into it--you will know how abhorrent I find this);
Met his new baby cousin, Claren, and visited with Uncle Russ and Aunt Morgan;
Celebrated Christmas with our families here in Virginia in our own house (!);
Was treated quitely princely by Santa; and
Visited with his Papa and Nonnie and cousins AJ and Kahlen in Birmingham over MLK weekend.
I think that about wraps up our last four months or so.
To close, I'm stealing an idea I saw on another blog recently (I can't remember which one it was or I would link it). It's called "Slices of Life." I think it's pretty self-explanatory (also, I am lazy and don't want to explain it).
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Me: Good morning, buddy. Did you sleep good? Did you have good dreams or bad dreams last night?
Silas: Bad dweams.
Me: Oh no! Bad dreams about what?
Silas: Bawaweenas [ballerinas].
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Silas: (Watching Big Papa smoke a cigar on our front porch) Gwand! Big Papa has fiwah [fire] in his mouf!
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Matt: Okay, time to get out of the bathtub, Si.
Silas: No no. Si Si stay in baf all night.
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Me: (handing Silas a fork to use to eat his dinner)
Silas: Oooooh, a fohk! My favowite!
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Silas: Juice, pwease!
Matt: (handing him the juice) What do you say, Silas?
Silas: (pause) Yay?
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