From the moment I saw the, well, I saw we were having a boy on ultrasound people can’t wait to tell me how different boys are from girls. And for the first year and a half of his life, people have been asking me, “Isn’t it different?” And honestly, for the first 17 months of his life I could honestly say it wasn’t that different. But then we hit 18 months.
Silas has been nicknamed “Tornado” by his sisters for his ability to completely destroy a room in 2 seconds. I can’t turn my back for a minute. And this week has been an eventful one for the little man. he is earning his official “boy” stripes.
On Tuesday we took Silas for his first hair cut. Like his daddy, Silas is blessed with some gorgeous curls in his hair. But it was getting a bit long in the back. Which created kind of an afro mullet. And his Papa started to complain he was looking like a girl. Which may have been true but his mama was having trouble cutting off his gorgeous curls. But cut them of we did and now my baby is a straight up little boy. A ridiculously adorable little boy.
Wednesday morning, after dropping of Hannah at school. Silas and I headed to the gym. I dropped him off at daycare and promptly went off to die on the treadmill. Sidenote: Seriously will I EVER like running? Shortly after I showered in complete peace in a shower someone else had to clean, one of the daycare workers came to find me. Apparently when the pager they give you is left in your bag so you can shower in peace, you can’t tell when they are paging you repeatedly.
And the reason I was paged repeatedly? Apparently my newly shorn son had had a diarrhea explosion caused an evacuation of the entire gym daycare. Cause APPARENTLY when you poop so much that it goes through your diaper, onesie, and corduroy pants and onto the floor, that causes some sort of biohazard hazmet zone. My first clue to this happening should have been when I discovered my son that morning with a bag of dried fruit that he had polished off. I am not sure prunes agreed with his system. The good news is he has given me the perfect excuse to avoid the gym forever more.
Which brings us to today. The weather FINALLY got nice so I took the kids to the park. Silas has become quite the climber and loves going down slides head first. He is hard to keep up with so I admit after a while I stopped staying close to him and just let him do his thing. That was about the moment he decided to dive head first off a high up part of the playground equipment and land head first on the ground.
My heart exploded as I wondered if my son survived the fall. He had a mouth full of dirt, a few cuts on his face and a goose egg the size of well….and egg….. but he made it. His mama almost didn’t. How am I going to survive another 16 years of this?