Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Yesterday I didn't know where Judah was, so I was calling his name, "Juuuu-dahhhh." And, Silas started saying, in the same tone and inflection, "dahhh-dahhh."
In the past few days I feel like I'm watching his transformation between baby and little boy. He, also, started saying, "milk," and is wanting to copy and do everything that we're doing.
We were unloading wood from the back of Eric's truck last night and Silas was right in the middle carrying the littlest sticks, not to be left out.
Judah used to be the one who was meticulous, everything in it's place, organize the animals on the bed. Now it's Samuel. It must be a three year old thing. My sweet, sweet Samuel. "Sweet Samuel" just fits him. He loves to give hugs and kisses and cuddles and I hope he never grows out of it.
My biggest boy. And, he makes sure everyone knows he is the "biggest brother." Such a helper, such a leader, such a smart, confident boy. I love getting little glimpses of the men they will someday be.