Happy Byoonk Day

I know a breakdown when I see one and this morning was a classic. Wednesday was a 12 hour work day for Molly, and she was sensitive Thursday morning. Silas hijacked the apple from the table where Molly was gathering her lunch, and she said with a sigh, “I know he’s only two, but that was my apple…”  She found another apple and made it through the day. We’re heading off to Pittsburgh this evening to spend the weekend with Tina, Derek, Keith, and Rebecca, so we’ll get ourselves re-centered.

I had a close call this evening when I took Silas into the bathroom to do his business. Once he was perched up on the throne he said to me, “I just need you to go… my stink will get onto you.”  I was more than happy to oblige, taking a risk by leaving him by himself, but at least temporarily avoiding the stink. I came back in to find his pants cast aside. He explained this by saying “I didn’t want to get pee on them.” He may steal a person’s apples, but he makes up for it in laughs.

And his vocabulary continues to expand.  He’s been using the word “byoonk” in various contexts. He says it confidently… it is obviously a word, probably a verb, and he thinks I’m silly for asking what it means.

We had a good time at the ice rink last weekend at their weekly free-skate. Silas wore his own skates, which I had picked up at the thrift store a ways back. Molly and I took turns hefting him around the rink, where he intermittently tried to stand and then completely gave up. Not coincidentally my neck cramped up beyond belief on Wednesday, after indulging Silas in some role-play; he was Tarzan and I was the vines. My mom came down to lend a hand that day, as I really wondered whether I could manage Silas at all once he came home from day care. After thousands of milligrams of ibuprofen and loosening things up I was able to put on the airs of the ambulatory and get through the day. Things have improved since then and I’m mostly healed, though I d0 still use the “daddy’s shoulder is still hurt” excuse with Silas from time to time.

Molly and Silas continue to plow through the Harry Potter series as bedtime stories. I was delighted to have Silas read to me this afternoon from Oliver Sachs’ ‘The Man Who Mistook his Wife for a Hat.”  The story as Silas told it was “Harry Potter and Hermione la la blah blah blah….”