Saturday was Nanny’s Birthday. Silas and I went over early to tell her Happy Birthday and then we went out to breakfast with her and Silas got the chance to goof off and play with his cousins, Hannah and Hunter. They taught him mostly how to act silly when someone’s taking pictures.
Unfortunately, I didn’t take too many. We had a lot of wrestling around with the food to do.
Silas’ grandpa Joe sent a Happy Birthday balloon along for Nanny to enjoy. She liked it and Silas seemed to enjoy his early gift-giving experience.
We spent the rest of the weekend just rolling around and playing and making a mess at Home. Silas still seems to be fascinated by the ceiling fan. He was also keenly interested in the “Indian Bird Call” that I do with my hands. My dad taught me to do it years ago. Silas kept pulling my hands apart to see what was making the noise and he was flummoxed that nothing was in there.
I can’t wait to teach him how to do it.
I really wish that my dad was around to teach it to him and to tell him all the great stories he’ll never get to hear. I wish he could hear them first-hand.
But I guess it’s never been wise to wish too many things.