Halloweekend

Halloween...in Georgetown?

My friend FLG struck a nerve with me today via email and with this post.

So…for him:

Halloween looms large here in the South, where the Old Ways die hard and secret rites and forgotten fears lie hidden in shed-side shadows and in the ditches of Autumnal roadsides.
And when the Moon peeks out to loose its silvery smooth illumination on the dim, lamp-lit streets of my town…I know I shall see many things that will chill my heart and tingle my skin with various prickles and stings. There are some things which seem harmless in the broad light of day but they become Real Fears when faced underneath the black, oppressive maw of an October midnight.
But there are fears more real to me than werewolves, vampires or even reanimated mummies running rampant through the hills of my youth…

The tang of human salt on the tongue...the slow-motion boneless glide of lips meeting in the dark...the slippery whispers of last-ditch promises made in the middle of the night...and the certain knowledge of how the End will come.

Ham (with new additions)

Little Souvenir

Here.

Let Him Eat Cake

Silas ate cake and got wound up.

Nanny was caught kissing Baby Jack.

Silas was too busy with cake for any "kissing."

Silas and his cousins played hard. With many arguments and unresolved diplomatic disputes over the possession of certain assets (toys.)

Some concessions were managed after a lengthy Round-Table Debate and the Final Disposition and allocation of Rights and Plenipotentiaries. Silas quickly got bored with Robert's Rules of Order and decided instead to practice his podiatry skills on Lucie.

He cut a tear through the rest of the day and managed to live up to his image of a Wild Indian on the loose; mad, rampant...a Loner, a Rebel, a Kid with no Fear and a healthy appetite for all the Trouble he could make. He moves about in his world with an unapologetic glee and a keen eye for weak spots in the fences that would attempt to hold him back.

Then, like some mysterious lone figure from the Old West...he vanished into the Sunset.

Short, Simple and True

Sometimes you find out that all Truth and Love need is a tiny smile and a Big Tractor and the secret knowledge that tramping through green grass for no good reason is still the best thing of all.

First Haircut and Fever

Well…it was Big Weekend. Silas was stricken with an alarmingly high fever on Friday night but he recovered pretty quickly and settled down to his normal routine. (Running around like a wild Indian.) I stayed up half the night and worried and watched him sleep just to make sure that he was okay. So I had to keep him full of “Pain Reliever/Fever Reducer” all weekend and he didn’t like that very much; it made him a little droopy-eyed and lethargic. (A doctor’s visit on Monday confirmed that he doesn’t have the flu.) But we still managed to make our appointment on Saturday morning for yet another milestone: His First Haircut.

Well, He didn't seem to like the finished product. Neither did I really. It made him look older than he is and it was too short.
But he took it like a champ.

This is what he looked like BEFORE. Nanny helped him build up his courage.

So we went to the bookstore so he could see the trains as a special treat for being a Big Boy. He made some new friends.



Then we went to the toy store where Silas checked out a new bicycle that was way too expensive for us to buy.

Here's a video of his haircut in action.