Friday night, after a long day of birthday travels and adventure, I tucked Silas into bed. I whispered to him that on this day, seven years ago, at about this time, I was snuggled in bed with him so glad that he had been born. Looking back at the blog post announcing his birth, and then clicking on the suggested posts below, I just found myself clicking to birth announcement posts for some of my other babies and feeling all teary and emotional. That’s what birthdays do to mamas, I suppose. And while those early days were precious with each of them, I can’t say that I would go back. Each evening, Jonny and I sit up with our teenage boys after the younger kids are in bed. We talk and laugh and love being together. I love being with them right in this moment. I suspect that I will look back on those late night chats with the same fondness, while treasuring the present as well.
So here we are, Silas is seven years old! Still my baby (always), but growing up so quickly. And once again, he asked that we drive to Yorktown for the day to hunt for crabs. Armed with nets, buckets, and a cooler full of food we headed out for a long, full day. Everyone had a wonderful time, though we didn’t make it back until around 8 p.m. a little tired and exhausted, with dinner and cake still ahead of us. We attempted to make it home at a more reasonable time, but it seems that our life never goes just as planned. As we were pulling out of the parking lot in Yorktown, a young man asked us for a jump. We were happy to help him. (I don’t talk about my car woes here, because who wants to hear about that? But we drive older vehicles and in the past year or so I’ve had to ask strangers for a jump more than a half dozen times. It’s been the story of my life.) Well, it ended up that his battery couldn’t hold a charge for more than a few minutes, so we sat on the side of the road charging his battery for twenty minutes at a time, three times! During that time, extroverted Jonny learned his life story (so typical of him) while I sat in the van with the kids and knit. Eventually, local friends of his came to help out and we were able to get back on the road. Always and adventure! Reminded me a little of this time.
It was nearly ten p.m. by the time we finished dinner, and no one really wanted birthday cake (including Silas) at that point, but I reminded Silas of the chocolate “7” candle he had asked for at the grocery store, and he changed his mind. We powered through cake and got everyone into bed. What a birthday!
In the days since, I have been sort of a mad scientist in my dye kitchen, making all sorts of colorful yarn with natural dyes and having a great time. I’ll share more next soon! Now I need to crack down and get to work finishing Mabel’s birthday gifts. I can hardly believe that my baby is turning two in just a few weeks!
p.s. Larkspur and Beatrix are wearing these sun hats, though sadly, it doesn’t look like the that color is available anymore. And Beatrix’s bathing suit is from Hanna Andersson. I’m mentioning that because she and Larkspur both have that suit this year, and it’s great!