closer to two than you were to one. twenty months of you silas lee.
that's such a crazy amount of time, twenty. it feels like you have been around forever but when you look at the time all typed out on the computer it seems very puny. but, yet, here you are, so definitely your very own person.
sam and i still don't think that you look very much like either one of us. there were a few moments when you were a baby when you made some very sam expressions. but that lasted for about a week and ever since looking at you has just been looking at you, not looking at everything that came together to make you. but, oh lordy, how you show off you parental lineage in your actions.
this is sam:
.how you are totally up for anything, anytime, whatever. you have never once registered even a smidgen of disappointment in our daily activities, crazy ideas or last minute excursions. you are always psyched to be wherever, hanging out. it is awesome.
.your dancing moves. your papa does not dance often but when he does - it is full out, unique, spirited and ratcheted up by a random flailing limb.
.your singing. you sing all the time, making up a handful of different notes out of the handful of syllables you have deemed worthy of songwriting.
.your unabashed shows of affection.
.your ability to let it slide. sad moments with you are just that. moments, nothing messes up your day.
.your pocket tees.
.your ability to watch baseball for hours on a saturday afternoon, laid out on the couch, belly proud.
this is me:
.your interest in all foods. you'll taste anything once and if you spit it out, we can usually distract you long enough to get it back in your mouth the second time and you'll forget that you ever rejected it.
.your amazement with all things snot.
.the randomness of the things that you deem hilarious.
.you've never met a body of water that was too cold to dip your face into.
.the fact that you put things away and can keep yourself busy for an entire morning moving one thing to another spot and then finding something there that you would like to move to a better spot.
this twentieth month has been all out summer. every day, i am struck ridiculous by the undeniable fact that we are spending another summer together. i am positively giddy. and this summer is so different than last because you walk and you run. all the time. with a bit of encouragement, you'll walk all over the place. we rarely bring the stroller out anymore because it's just easier to pop you onto our shoulders when you need a rest.
it's been about the beach, about camping, about staining your t-shirts with berries. about shushing us so you can hear the birds, saying "wow" so obviously that construction trucks stop to honk and wave, about getting grass in your diaper, "booming" grape tomatoes in your mouth. about smelling like sunscreen and sweat at the end of a long day.
about splashing, about winding up for the pitch. about yelling "ready, ready, go" before you release the ball. about getting out your own breakfast in the morning, about grinding my coffee and making your own smoothies. about saying "both" and "thank yuuu" and "chop" and "helmet" and "beach"
every weeknight, if we can time it right, we sit outside resting on the front stoop waiting for your papa to ride his bicycle home from work. that is the best moment of my day. the anticipation that it will be us three, all together again. knowing that even though we talk about sitting & waiting for papa to come home, it doesn't seem to hit you until you see him from a few paces away and you take off. hollering "papa, home! helmet, yay!"
you are growing into a kid. your very own, individual person. and you are fantastic. your papa and i love you so incredibly much. every night, we marvel at the fact that you are ours and just how psyched we are about that. just so you know, we are super psyched.
