November 18, 2015
June 18, 2015
We are now home from our trip to Turlock, but if it were up to Silas, we'd take up residence under the palm tree at the Turlock splash pad. As you can see from the various states of delight on his face, he was a bit obsessed with this place. He started out a little timidly, but mustered up some courage and started following the lead of the older kids. He ran, crawled, splashed around, made friends, and threw a temper tantrum when it was time to leave. Can you blame him?
Silas is a car, truck, plane and helicopter expert, but he got to experience some other modes of transportation during our trip. He was given an early 2nd birthday present from his aunt and uncle and grandparents....
and he is now a pro at longboarding....
We went blueberry picking one day when the weather was a little cooler, and Silas was given a little bucket to pick his own berries with. I described our experience on Instagram like this...."Blueberry picking...for him that meant eat five, drop one in the bucket, eat five more, dump the bucket out, take a bunch from mom's bucket to refill, run into the orchard nearby, eat, dump the bucket and so on and so forth. We had fun, and now we will make pie." Lots of people commented saying it reminded them of the book Blueberries for Sal. I had totally forgotten about it, but we have the book (thank you Turners!). So, when we got home, I reread it, and sure enough, Silas and Sal are quite similar in their berry picking styles. Maybe not their moms though, as I have no intention of canning mine because they will all be turned into pie.
Things heated up again pretty quickly, so we spent one of our last days at a nearby lake. Silas was in heaven yet again. He is most definitely a water baby. (Can we still call him a baby? I'm a little in denial that I have a temper tantrum throwing toddler!)
And there you have it. Our first summer trip over too quickly.
June 12, 2015
Just about two years ago, we were taking this trip to Sequoia, and we made a stop at Orangeworks on the way. It was on that drive that we talked to Silas's birth mom for the first time, and she told us that she was choosing us to be his parents. When we stopped here for ice cream, we texted or called everyone we hadn't already talked to by that time and sat in great excitement and anticipation that we were matched and that this was finally happening. So, as we were driving up to Turlock to visit Nick's family earlier this week, we decided to stop here again, this time with our little match in tow. Silas had his first taste of the famous orange ice cream when we all split a large. Only, he was not too pleased to be sharing, and in reality, neither were we, so we ended up getting another one to split once that one was gone.
Silas is quite the fun road trip companion, yelling out "big ruck" every time we pass a big rig and "big car" every time we pass any sort of moving vehicle that is larger than a small car. He also slept a large portion of the way, which meant we didn't think we needed to stop to change him. When we pulled him out of the car once we arrived, he immediately had to be stripped down and hosed off, as he (and his car seat) was covered with pee. The ideal road trip companion....he never asked for a bathroom stop.
Once upon a time, Silas loved the family selfie (evidence). Those days are gone.