The Return of Sweet Silas

Silas is back to his old self.

After about a year of having major internal conflict about not being able to communicate effectively my little man has returned to the angel he was for the first 18 months of his life.  Thank heavens for 2 1/2.

I think Silas’ little song he’s been singing around the house sums him up nicely.  He marches around singing “Hap-py, Hap-py, Hap-py, Hap-py.”  It makes me very happy.

Si is a late talker, and no surprise considering the variety of adjustments he has had to make with living arrangements.  Now he’s putting sentences together and demonstrating the sense of humor he has been cultivating while chatting relatively unintelligibly.  He is still rather unintelligible, but I can get the gist of what he’s trying to say and it is delightful.

Dx Silas enjoys the finer things in life, like lounging in his diaper by the fire.

Recently Si was sitting on Dx’s lap and he peered up into Dx’s nose.  “BUGS!!” he shouted, horrified.  Silas is somewhat preoccupied and terrified of bugs, and he thought he spotted them en masse in Dx’s nose hairs.  He recoiled and shouted in alarm.  “Dada bugs!  Bugs!” in a total panic.  It was uproarious.  Now every time he sees Dx he likes to have two little chats “Dada, bugs!” and “My mama.” 

Silas understands everything you’re saying to him and he has fun playing with your words.  He tests the boundaries.  Today at the store I counted 1, 2, and waited for three as he slowly edged further away from me smiling mischievously and walking backwards.  He knows when he’s being funny and he hams it up.

Silas enjoys riding stowaway in the stroller.  He dives in there and lounges on his tummy.

Sisi loves to perform.  He pretends he’s a little lounge singer who always returns to his favorite venues.  The below video is the best I could catch of him singing a little ditty. 

My favorite thing Silas does right now is tell secrets.  He comes right up to your cheek and whispers something very important and impossible to understand for about 20 seconds.  And then he has you do the same to him.

He’s my most affectionate child showering kisses on mostly me, but others too.  I’m not sure that Silas understands that he’s separate from me quite yet, as evidenced in the below video of us playing hide and seek.  He doesn’t have separation anxiety and is very independent, but he is rarely in a different room from me and does everything I am doing. 

Baby Si looks most like me of all of my children, except for his body shape.  That little bod is all Dx, especially the booty well renown throughout the land.

Which is not to say he doesn’t have his moments.  Sometimes when he’s had it Silas will do a little strike and put his chin on his chest to pout.  He’s cute then too.

Pouting, and making sure I’m aware.

Oh, and let’s not forget his hair.

It’s growing out and super curly. 

I love this picture of the cousin crew plus Camille’s Alex.  Si is checking back to make sure his favorite Mama is coming too.

He’s also my most-willing-to-be-photographed and so I have the most pictures of his little mug.

After the Festival of Colors, in which he was a force to be reckoned with.

Baby Silas is always just a little bit grubby.  One of his nicknames is Pig Pen because even though I bathe him every single day he still manages to score candy off his siblings or play so hard he gets sweaty or whatever. 

Si is the most athletically inclined in our family.  He has a great arm and begs people to play ball with him.  He’s just such a boy, even with a pink mitt.

The funniest thing about Silas is his “game face”.  He gets so into it and he plays to win. 

He’s a darling child and much improved behaviorally.  I adore this kid!