Yesterday Silas turned THREE. The last few months have been a little rough. He's definitely in the independent, "me do it," can't make up his mind, growing up, but still little stage. I finally understand that this is normal and healthy, so I don't have to worry about him (like I did with the other boys).
I actually LOVE this age. All tantrums aside, it's so fun to watch a little baby turn into a little person. Silas can communicate his wants and needs (most of the time, hence the tantrums) and is just so much fun. He's such a special and important part of this family. I pray that as the third boy he never feels overlooked and never thinks that he was just another try for a girl (he most definitely wasn't, even if that's what some strangers imply).
My mother in law watched the other three for lunch, so Eric and I could take Silas out just the three of us. It was the first time that Eric and I have done something alone with Silas, at least since Finley has been born. It was so special and so much fun. We had a fun, relaxing birthday lunch. (At Sin of Cortez, one of our favorite local restaurants.)
Silas' birthday dinner was spent with our family, Eric's parents and grandma, and my grandparents. We had a little pizza party and it was just perfect for our little/big guy.
Silas, I adore you.