our weekends pretty much start the same. i spend saturday morning fast fast asleep while sam and silas make breakfast, take pictures and gently bang the drum. an hour or so after waking up, i always talk about how awesome it is to just relax at home with my family. then about three minutes later, i get immediately antsy and demand my husband find a daytime activity before silas gets too hungry or too tired to be able to have an adventure. sam always comes through.
running around a tennis net like a maniac can work up a real thirst.
fishing with sticks and rocks.
if only the kid had his own cell phone he could dial 311 and get help for that guy stuck in the tree.
who knew the city could look so country?
tuesday was silas's last wiggleworms music class. he started the class 16 weeks ago a totally hesitant and cautious little boy, waiting until the last moments of class every week to get off my lap and sway once or twice to the guitar playing. not so much anymore. as of late, upon entering the room every week, silas is off and bouncing, swaying, laughing, chasing, clapping, singing and popping bubbles. we are definitely going to miss our buddies from class and the fantastic shana but i am so psyched that he got to experience it all. (xie xie again, charlene!)
two things to guarantee silas sheds his shyness: the hilarity of bubbles. the joy of a goofy strawberry blonde in a wisconsin t-shirt. (was that a childhood relic too, e?)
shana and silas. he is thoroughly exhausted after the class. i thank this woman for an excellent nap every week.
after class, after lunch. reading a new library book while waiting for me to get him ready for his afternoon snooze.
