A day in the life...

of Silas Da'WeeWee.

Not that I think you all don't believe me when I say the boy loves his PJ's, but this is our life and I want him to know someday when he goes back and reads all about what he did when he was 3. How he tortured his mother all while making her laugh hysterically.

This is how Silas looked when he got up (at 4AM when he came to our bed) and when he got up unusually early at 6:30 AM.


This was about 7:30AM when all of my convincing him to be quiet a little longer was done, and he found the Spiderman PJ's on the foot of the steps. He put them on top of the shark pants he was wearing. (notice he found a new shirt too... that's next)



This was about 7:45 AM when he finally put on the top to the shark PJ's he started out with this morning. He put it on top of his Spiderman shirt.



This was about 8:10 AM when he spent some time in his room for being rough with Stella. I arrived to the striped pants... you guessed it on top of the Spiderman AND shark PJ's


This was 8:45 AM on our way out the door for the day...



We took a pause in the Pajama-rama Marathon to give Mommy some time at the gym and go to the pool with friends... all in all we spent 5 hours away from home. But it was not without changes. I think I put his swimmies on and pulled back off again at least 4 times.


When we walked back in the door he put these on for nap.




Evidently he wore himself out with all the wardrobe changes and fun play time at the pool. He slept for 3 and a half hours... and I woke him up for dinner. But dinner he would have no part of (because it was not bologna and cheese or McDonald's) so instead he decided he needed this.


At some point around 7PM, he appeared like this needing to be zipped.


I tried to convince him to come take a bath upstairs while Eliza was taking a bath. He opted out, but decided instead to don this while I bathed Eliza and put her to bed. (You must note that it is both the Spiderman PJ's and the shark ones...inside out and backwards both on at the same time)


AHHH... the end of a long day. A squeaky clean Silas finally goes to bed in his current PJ's of choice, Spiderman (that he stole from Callan).


All of this was totally on his own with no prompting from me. Every time he would appear, I would giggle and take a photo. He thought I was going crazy taking his picture so much...

Tomorrow's agenda... wash the pile of PJ's in Silas' floor, and pray that the Underroo's I ordered come in the mail. Maybe that way he will put away all the winter PJ's, he is burning me up!!!!!

Wordless Wednesday

Young Pup

Let the countdown begin... now that BJ's Birthday is officially over it is time for my countdown. Brent is exactly 7 days older than me, so for 7 days he gets to call me "young lady", "young pup", "baby girl"... you get the picture.

When I met him at an undisclosed location in the city of Martin, TN I thought he was a year younger than me (I was a Junior and he was a Sophomore). It took several weeks and a show of his Driver's License before I would believe him. Come to find out, there was more to the story. Evidentally we have been trying to meet since birth.

I was due the first week of August, Brent was due in September. Brent was born on July 7th at Baptist. 7 days later, I was born at Baptist. Brent was a little sick and being so early had some trouble with his lungs. A baby was already on the machine he needed at Baptist so they transferred him to another hospital, 2 days before I was born. If he would have stayed, we would have been crying in the nursery together.

Now you know where it all began... only, it took about 23 more years to find each other again.

To our Birthday Boy

4th of July Weekend -Glossary

You may want to scroll down and start at Chapter 1 so it will make sense.

Thank God for a Sunday where you get to go to church, have lunch with friends, send all the kids to their rooms for naps/ quiet time, and go to the pool for the evening with friends and friends.

Stay tuned for tomorrow's musical tribute...

4th of July Weekend- Chapter 5

Subtitle: The day I almost bring bodily harm to Callan, and we take in a family movie.

So, we get home from the party, have some lunch and I take the little kids to nap. I instruct the big kids to take it easy for a while since we were up late and if all went well we would try to go see Wall-E later on.

I am not sure when it happened or what I was doing but Baylor walks up to me and informs me that Callan just kicked my camera and it hit the ground. Evidently I have camera issues (first I lost it at the ball field, then Brent dropped it because I did not close the case properly). Anyway, long story short... Callan was doing some sort of headstand in the chair (you know this one) and kicked my camera off the ledge I had set it on knowing that little hands would not be up there because little hands know that YOU DO NOT CLIMB IN THE CHAIR BECAUSE IT RESULTS IN HOSPITAL VISITS. It hit the ground... and now it rattles. I had to walk away. Because he knows better, and even though it was an accident, he knows better, and I was MAD, because HE KNOWS BETTER. I did send him to a quiet place where he fell asleep in about 36 seconds... out of fear... or just worn out, I don't know.

Everyone eventually got up from naps and we decided to go see Wall-E that everyone is raving about. I won't give my take... the BIG boys enjoyed it, Silas asked about half-way through when Kung-Fu Panda was coming on, and Eliza was fine until the Sprite was gone. Then she proceeded to take out her bow and play dress up with her shoes about 7 times. (off/on/off/on...) Once back outside, Callan asked for his prize for being so good during the movie (trying to scheme a new toy he has been begging for). We then made sure he was aware that taking him to a $6.25 kids price matinee was a treat and that being good in the movie was a requirement since it was for him and not us. He got frustrated that his "operation new toy" was outsmarted.

4th of July Weekend- Chapter 4

Subtitle: The day where I discover a dislike for an overcharging plumber and let Silas wear his PJ's to a birthday party.

First of all, Danny showed up bright and early to fix our hot water. It was the thermostat. And it looks like the previous plumber (who shall remain nameless) when he replaced the other heating element knew that the thermostat was bad and knew he'd soon be making another house call and charging us another leg, but did a quick fix so he could charge us twice. {But you see, we know people... and now we know you and if I were not blogging enough tonight I would write you a dear plumber letter so you would know that we are not appreciating you right now.} However, we are very grateful to Danny who not only fixed it no problem, he also noticed a sink leak on the way out, fixed it and let us keep our legs.

Silas and I headed out to a friend's birthday party at the park. Silas had already changed clothes 5 times (by 9AM) and I feel like I am breaking down.He cries daily about his clothes, and I cannot take it anymore. He begged to wear his Superman PJ's to the party (AT THE PARK) and I let him. It was a moment of weakness, but he had a blast in them and although I felt the need to justify his need to wear the PJ's he was one happy party goer.