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oh silas, how you make us laugh. it's been three months of pure entertainment around this place. everyday we laugh at something new: a face you make, a sound you produce.

earlier this month, i spent lots of time researching what the perfect toy might be at this stage in your motor development, what object would be so undeniably enticing that you just had to reach out and grab it. we took quite a few walks to the toy store to peruse their selection of flashy baby things. even though you flex your hands and often swipe at the objects we hold in front of you, sam discovered that nothing gets you to reach out and grab so consistently as our fat grownup thumbs. it's almost as if the sight of our thumbs taps into some perfect baby grasping accuracy.

you have given us hints of your general amusement for quite a while now: non-stop conversations when prompted, great monologues on the whole baby experience from your point of view, frequent smirks and occasional high pitched sighs of contentment.

but the other night, you just full out let loose into giggle mode. we had just finished dinner and i took you off your papa's lap so you could look at him for a change. a few bounces on the knee, a crazy face from sam and you were in full laughter mode. it was, without question, the best sound that we have ever heard. so pure and clean.

during your third month, you spent a full day with papa while i traipsed off to get recertified in tax preparation. i came home to you both relaxing on the couch, a pile of read baby books , a sparkling bathroom, clean laundry and a whole roll of half naked baby pictures. you'd think sam was interviewing for my job.

silas, you and i went to see our first matinee. sure, your papa and i took you to see borat when you were just two weeks old, but this month we hit the movies alone. i predicted maybe i'd get to see an hour of dreamgirls before you decided you'd had enough, but how wrong i was. you woke up moments into the opening number and stayed awake for the ENTIRE movie. you nursed twice, burped efficiently and quickly got back to watching the movie. the only time you complained was when i had you over my shoulder, the illuminated exit sign had nothing on the big screen and you let me know very clearly that you didn't appreciate missing any of the musical numbers. and apparently you are a big fan of mr. eddie murphy, babbling loudly every time he came on the screen. the only time i was concerned with disturbing the other movie patrons was near the end of the film, when you decided to fervently & noisily slurp on your fist.

but our daily adventures are all just a prelude to the moment when we hear your papa's key turn in the front door. it takes you a few moments to register his returned presence, but once you do the evening takes on a whole new energy. just the other night, after four straight hours of playing with papa and a bath you fell asleep and stayed that way for seven hours. we couldn't believe it when i woke up to nurse you at five am. of course, you haven't slept that long since, but it was nice of you to tease us with what you are capable of.

to celebrate your three monthaversary today, we suited you up in your best duds and treated ourselves to a morning yoga class at bloom.

you cooed and babbled to the other babies, cried when i left you on your stomach too long while doing the cobra and then fell asleep on my chest during the final meditation. i've done alot of yoga over the years, had a lot of time to relax and meditate at the end of classes, but today was a whole different experience. feeling your entire body, the weight of your head to your wiggling toes, on top of me while lying on the floor, actually sensing the moment that your eyes closed by the change in your breathing - it was fantastic. then we walked home in the bright january afternoon sunshine.

thanks, silas, you honestly make our everyday even more ridiculous.