Scary stories from a lovely place
Today Silas turns 2 years old! Good work little guy.
Two is so much bigger than one. One is really still a baby. I have daily proof of this in Oisín who will be one in a few weeks. He is totally still a baby – he still breastfeeds, wakes up all night, can’t feed himself, can’t tell me what’s wrong and can’t understand most of what I’m saying.
Silas on the other hand, well, for a little while now we’ve started to interact with each other. I speak and he understands and acts. He speaks and I understand and act. Sometimes he or I refuse. It’s a beautiful thing, this relating.
Silas has crammed a fair bit of action into his short little life. He’s a citizen of two countries, bears two passports with cutsie photos of himself inside, has lived in four houses, has a brother who he loves the most out of anything and has fourteen cousins, but has only met seven of them (though that will be rectified later in the year).
We spent the day in Bowral – visiting my grandfather, playing in a pet store and exploring a dangerous park. All good fun.
Happy birthday my little friend. You are precious and cool.
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