We got asked on a play date by a family from church where we have attended for 8 years and still basically have no relationships. I go through seasons of trying and now is not one so it felt really encouraging that someone else made an effort. The compatibility rating was high too!
Rory got four molars at once along with a bad haircut (compliments of mom) and we almost sent him back. The last days have provided several consecutive minutes free from crying, so we are reconsidering. Silas is doing a good job of coping with my bi-polar mom attitudes. The one wields every conversation back to the alphabet. The other, more worn-out one says, "Let him play (or more realistically, watch t.v.)!" He prefers that one.
We also started soccer, which is our most successful sporting endeavor so far. I think fall mornings on the field with Silas being happy to gear up in his "armor" will continue to be pleasant. The moms are friendly and the time is right (blessed 10 AM!)
Wind and rain (and a week off school) complements of Hurricane Florence. Also a random picture of Rory's teacher, Ms. Meghan.
Denver Downs might as well be Disney World for Silas.
Silas was in charge of hosting Ace, the school mascot for a week. It happened to be the most boring week of our lives. Here was our spread for the classroom scrapbook. I spelled his teacher's name wrong.
Also, here is a pretty good rendering of his teacher.
Besides both adults in our house being one year older with minimal fanfare, that is the whole report.
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