Fun Facts About Silas

Silas is currently missing his left big toenail. About a month (or maybe more) ago, I was handing him a drinking glass and it dropped directly onto his big toe. I could tell it hurt a lot right away and it turned all purple/black under the nail. After about a week or so the nail separated from the skin underneath and it bled some. Then I cut almost all of the nail off because it was partially connected at the side and I was afraid it would snag on something and tear and hurt him. I recently read that it can take 6 months for a nail to grow back.

His language abilities have fairly exploded over the past couple of months. On June 11th, I wrote a list of some of the words he was saying and how he was saying them. He says a lot more now and sounds so freaking cute that every time he talks I just want to swoop him into my arms and snuggle him. I also talked about how he kept correctly pointing out letters only to call a different letter the same thing right afterward. Since then, he must have worked it all out because now he can correctly identify all of the letters of the alphabet about 90-95% of the time. He used to say "yeah" mostly when he wanted to answer in the affirmative, but he's recently started saying "yes" instead. Only when he says it, it sounds like "yesh," and in his little boy voice is just about the most adorable thing I've ever heard.

He's been playing with the Legos a lot in the past few days. He really likes the little guys, calls them all "Potter,"  and sometimes he enjoys doing this with them.

Silas Doesn't Always Sleep Sitting Up

But when he does, it's important to take a picture.

Children's Museum

Yesterday Pat, the littles and I went to the children's museum with the Life Learners. Pictures!

Fourteen

Things

It rained, or rather sprinkled, in the Las Vegas way. Pat and I sat outside in the backyard letting the drops fall on our skin while Irina and Silas played. Sometimes the two of them take my breath away. The way Silas plays a shooting game with himself, falls to the ground and declares himself "died." Irina swinging on the swingset and singing her made-up pop songs at the top of her lungs. She's got all of the right phrases but together they don't make a lot of sense. She makes up for it with enthusiasm.

Last night, on our way home from the grocery store, I told Pat to watch out for what I thought was a cat crossing the road in front of us. As we got closer, I thought it was a small dog, like a chihuahua or something. I got just enough of a look at it as we passed to realize it was a coyote. Edit: No, not a coyote. That's too big. A desert fox, which is much smaller and has big ears, which is why I thought of a chihuahua probably. I wish I had gotten a better look at it.

Today we went out to purchase birthday gifts for Saren, who is about to turn 14, regardless of whether I think that much time has passed or not. (I do not.)

Painting