call for you, mr. crankypants smushyface.

i guess this should be more than obvious to me, but it's almost as though every one of our moments with silas is filled with a first. in between alarms and burps this morning, silas awarded sam and i with his first intentional, direct eye contact smile. the best part was that sam and i were already snorting at a joke we had made at the baby's expense. it was if silas decided to drop his squished up due to the pain of a trapped burp moment to join us in our laughter. needless to say, it was pretty damn cool.
first bath with papa.


just when i figured life with silas was getting run of the mill
for everyone else, we got all sorts of popular again...
georgia shows off her hair follicle mastery while silas wows with his neck muscles.

snorting into the lambswool after lunch with brad.

helping shovel off the hyundai after the first snow dump.

saturday breakfast with friends

sarah and silas

matt and henry christen our front lawn with its first snowball fight







































