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Lincoln turns 11! November 12, 2017

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Our son, Lincoln, turned 11 last month.  He is our blondie, our artist, our leftie, and our only son to be both a younger AND older brother.  Lincoln is a loyal friend, a peacemaker, a tender-hearted & affectionate son, brother and friend.

Lincoln is a 5th grader this year – the oldest class in his elementary school.  At the end of summer, he was excited to go back to school – mostly because he was dying to find out if he got the teacher he was hoping for and to see if he would get to have his favorite 5-year-old for his “kindergarten buddy.” He was ecstatic to discover that YES (!!), he got both — the makings for an excellent final year of grade school. Lincoln’s special friend, Luke, is his “buddy” which means they get to play together on the playground, eat lunch together each week and Lincoln gets to go spend time with him in his kindergarten room from time to time.  Our families are close friends and Luke & Lincoln have always had a special bond, despite the 6 years’ difference in their ages. I am so proud to hear that Lincoln and his fellow 5th graders are doing an incredible job be-friending the kindergarten youngsters and helping them feel included and welcome at school.

Our Lincoln is a smarty pants, an avid reader and a perfectionist.  So many things come naturally to him at school that he can have a hard time coping when other things aren’t as easy.  He love sports, too – Lincoln is a fish and would swim every day if possible.  He also enjoys tennis and basketball and soccer, but these things can frustrate him quickly when making baskets, for instance, doesn’t come easily.  Too many missed shots and he is in tears – even when we’re just shooting baskets for fun at the nearby park or rec center. There is a lot of pressure in both our local community and greater culture to be truly GREAT at something, and I’m sure Lincoln feels it.  Like so many perfectionists, he would prefer to excel not just at one thing, but at EVERYthing.

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Being the middle child and four years behind your older brother isn’t always easy.  Not the first/oldest and not the baby, it’s easy to feel (and be) overlooked at times.  Lincoln does stand out in his own way.  He is friendly and social and is “that kid” on the playground – always walking away having made a new friend or including someone he didn’t know in the game he was playing.  He is our only child that seeks out alone time, too, which I’ve always been intrigued by.  From a young age, he has purposely gone off on his own to play quietly by himself almost daily.  I’m still not sure what this is, but I like to think he instinctively knows that he needs alone time to re-charge for time with people & friends.  What does he do by himself?  He plays with (200+) dice on his bed (we will never fully understand what he imagines while he does it), he reads, he draws, and he plays games on his phone.

Lincoln, our sweet boy, here’s to another wonderful year of growing, learning, loving and being loved by all of us. You are uniquely YOU, and we wouldn’t trade you for anyone else. May you slow down, rise to the challenge of embracing the things that don’t always come easy, and know beyond a shadow a doubt that you are seen, you are special and that we are always here for you. Happy 11th birthday!

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a long overdue ode to T8. May 1, 2017

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i must say this every year when the birthday of our youngest, Tate, rolls around, but it’s true — “I can’t believe my baby is EIGHT!” has it really been eight years since we brought a newborn home from the hospital? while far from a baby (as Tate would beg me to clarify), Tate is the youngest of our three boys and the age of EIGHT suits him quite well.

Tate is in second grade and has had a great school year. Tate is a strong student, a great listener and a compassionate friend. like his brothers, he is strong in math and reading and finds academics in general to be fairly easy. he doesn’t necessarily enjoy being the center of attention and had some small obstacles to overcome this year in that regard (think presentations, readers’ theatre and pretty much anything that required him to get up in front of the whole class). i can certainly understand where he’s coming from — neither Tate nor i share Phil’s affinity for speaking in front of a crowd. in the end, he rose to the challenges and made some great strides this year, and he enjoys all of the other aspects of elementary school.

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our Tate is a hands-on type of guy. he received his own small toolbox for Christmas and has enjoyed taking apart several old household items, like a broken clock, an old camcorder and an old blender. he’s the kind of kid that will keep his favorite parts from inside those gadgets and tuck them away somewhere safe just because they look cool. this week, Phil’s parents are visiting and Tate’s “Papa” was installing a ceiling light for us. Tate was his faithful assistant and insisted on using his tools when he had the specific tool that Papa needed. Tate is also drawn to other gadgets that you might find in a spy/ninja/action movie. case in point: he asked for a grappling hook a couple Christmases ago. he did receive it, but the problem since then has been finding an appropriate (read safe) use for it! so Tate was thrilled when we were able to incorporate his grappling hook in the escape-room style game we invented for his birthday party. amidst a series of clues, riddles, locks, combinations, and hunts, Tate and his buddies had to scale the side of our front porch from the yard (snow) below using Tate’s grappling hook & rope (which Phil had secured above the porch). the delight all over Tate’s face was pretty fun to see, and he accomplished the mission with ease. Tate received two robot-type gifts for his birthday, and his favorite part by far was constructing them and taking one apart, only to re-build it again in a different configuration.

i’ve heard from other parents that their youngest child often seems the most responsible when it comes to household chores. Tate is no different. he often is the first to remember to clear his dishes after dinner, the first to volunteer to empty the dishwasher and works diligently to earn his allowance more often than either of his older brothers. when it comes to brothers, tate seems to get along the most naturally with his oldest brother Silas, our 14 year old. Tate & Lincoln (10 years old) can also play together well, but it does take more intervention on our part. getting along as a sibling-threesome is typically ripe with difficulties, which again, i’m sure is common in families as well as many other areas of life. Tate is capable of keeping up with his brothers now in almost every way — reading, video games, swimming, biking, storytelling, conversation, etc. — a matter of pride, to be sure.

Tate has crazy cool eyes. you can’t tell in the black & white photos, but both eyes have several colors — a mixture of green, blue and a splash of brown, too. his personality is similar — Tate is a good blend of so many characteristics. while he still likes to snuggle at times, he’s also fiercely independent and rarely truly needs either parent to help him out. he enjoys time with friends but also acknowledges when he prefers a quiet day at home. Tate can be shy around adults at times, but he can also be the most outspoken at the dinner table. this week, each of the boys spent a day home from school so that they could have one-on-two time with their grandparents. Tate thoroughly enjoyed his time and didn’t even ask if Phil and I were also going to be around. Tate does have some crazy mood swings. he is quick to get upset if he’s embarrassed or when he feels that he is the victim of an injustice. his tendency to stomp up the stairs reminds me of my childhood in a family with three sisters. fortunately, he cools off pretty quickly, too… let’s just say Tate experiences intense emotions. he rarely forgets to hug and say “I love you” at school drop-off or bedtime. he can get so angry that he simply can’t hear your reasoning for several minutes. he gets embarrassed to the point of tears, and when he’s bored, he’s REALLY bored. ha ha!

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clearly, i could go on and on about the boy. there is so much to say. what a joy to watch Tate learn & grow and a privilege to be his mom (& dad). while he has two amazing big brothers’ footsteps in which to follow, my hope & prayer is that Tate will be 100% Tate. that he will be fully confident in who he is as he walks through these formative years surrounded by so many of us that love him like crazy.

happy 8th birthday, my son!

 

silas, our young man. March 8, 2017

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our oldest son, Silas, turned 14 this past January! it always seems to take me longer to post photos and share about our oldest son than the younger two… probably because it’s a bit harder to hang onto Silas long enough to snap a few photos. when he’s not in school, he is most often out galavanting around the neighborhood or around town with his buddies. and, after 14 years of having his photo taken by Mom, at this point, he is only reluctantly putting up with the tradition because he is about as sweet and good-natured as a teenager can be (knock on wood). so, here we are in March, already past Tate’s birthday too, and i’m finally able to post photos and tell you a little about our Silas, the 14-year-old.

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Silas. what a good kid. i mean man. or, young man, let’s say. as always, Silas is a good student. he is smart and uses his time wisely and has never had any issues in school. he is an academic natural — enough so, that we had a conversation in the past half-year about what a valedictorian is and told Silas that for him, it’s an attainable goal. IF he wants to pursue his academics hard-core — he is entering high school next fall. Si is such a social guy, and our community is SO very athletics-driven (while Phil & i aren’t so much), that my guess is that he’ll stick with sports. we do love that he is active and enjoys the camaraderie that team sports provide. and we’d both hate for him to feed his [inherited] perfectionist nature by becoming ultra-competitive with grades, so i don’t see either of us pushing too hard for a top GPA. but, it had to be said. there could be more to life as a teenager than sports. Silas played football again this past fall and loved being on the 8th grade team. i am grateful that he made it through 3 years of football without any major injuries. this spring, he is replacing track with lacrosse, and my guess is that he’ll love it. it will be fun to watch him discover a new sport and to play with so many of his friends.

one of my favorite things about Silas is his creativity. this past year, he and his friends made a few videos of themselves doing fun contests, edited the footage and posted the videos on youtube. they are pretty entertaining — Si’s sense of humor comes shining through the finished products. they also spend a lot of time downtown coming up with creative things to do — creating games to play involving the gondola, “hammocking” under bridges and in the woods, riding the free bus around the county, and hanging out at two different “loaf & jug” gas stations. i’m thankful that he has remained close friends with the other 8th grade guys in the neighborhood and that they’ve added new friends to their group as well. Silas is also creative at home — over the week that the boys had off of school in February, Silas decided to turn one of his favorite games on his phone, “Clash Royale,” into a board game. he and his youngest brother, Tate, spent many hours designing, drawing and coloring an intricate game board and Silas created individual cards for each of the characters in the game.

like every other 14-year-old, Silas has his “teenage” moments. he says all sorts of new words that he has determined are cool to say — “sick” and “woke” are good; “roasted” and “riiiiip” (as in R.I.P.) are bad. all three boys seem to make noise constantly. just try sitting down with our family to play a game of any sort and you’ll see what i mean. at first i thought it was really just Lincoln who couldn’t sit still and Tate who was constantly making noise. now i realize they get it from Silas! he’ll say a phrase or make a certain noise over and over and over until one of us says, “okay, Silas.” and then a few moments later, he’s on to the next repetitive sound. it’s enough to drive any parent insane.  : ) Silas also tells more and more jokes these days. let’s just give him credit by saying some of them are funny…

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Silas has been sharing a bedroom with his brothers ever since Lincoln was a baby — ten years ago. he has been such a good sport about it and such a great big brother. he has asked over the years if we think he will ever get to have his own room. he’s never begged or pleaded and very rarely complains about having to share. so, now that he’ll be going into high school, we have decided to re-arrange our small home to make it work for Silas to have his own room. in our minds, he has most certainly earned his own space — and we’re so excited for him! with this privilege (and growing up in general), will come more responsibility — like setting his own alarm (i usually wake him up in an attempt to let his brothers, whose school begins much later in the morning, sleep in longer), doing his own laundry, more chores around the house, etc.

while there is so much more to say about our firstborn, i’ll just finish by saying: Silas, you are our pride and joy! thank you for being AWESOME. we cannot wait to see all that this next year of your life has in store for you!

 

tate is SEVEN. April 2, 2016

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our youngest son, tate, turned SEVEN in march. SEVEN! it’s hard to believe it has already been seven years since he was born, seven years since we were 3rd-time parents of a newborn baby boy. good lord. as much as i love babies, i’m grateful for those seven years. i’m thankful that our youngest is old enough to be in 1st grade, to be independent in so many ways, and to be old enough to keep up with the rest of us. he is a remarkable boy.

tate is the baby of our family, and as such, he is what you might expect — the rough n tough, stick up for himself, “i can do that just the same as you,” ahead-of-his-time kind of kid. he learned to ride his bike faster than his brothers and will catch up to them quickly in his swimming abilities. he is braver than his brothers in many ways. impressively, he is usually the first one of the three to remember to clear his dishes after dinner, and he can perform his bathroom-cleaning duties as well as, or better, than his 9-year-old and 13-year-old brothers. tate will mix himself a cup of gatorade or tea and get his own snacks. like most babies of the family, he likes to joke and tell stories and make the rest of us laugh around the dinner table. he is a funny guy and the life of the party. he also is a bit of an anomaly — tate doesn’t like to be the center of attention at school. he likes to put his head down and work hard and do everything right. he is good at math and reading and does well in school, but he doesn’t like to be in the spotlight in that setting. he doesn’t like going to school with a new haircut, or in costume, because he doesn’t like the attention it could attract. tate was chosen as one of a handful of 1st graders to read his [short] essay in a partial school assembly, and he dreaded it! i was so proud of him for going through with it because i knew just how much he didn’t want to be up in front of that crowd. in fact, earlier in the year, he had opted to make a video at home with his dad instead of making an in-person presentation in his first grade class…

tate is a sweetie-pie. he’s the kid who makes sure to say, “i love you. goodnight!” or “i love you. goodbye!” depending on whether we’re tucking him into bed at night or dropping him off for school in the morning, and waits for us to say it back. actually, he says it twice, to each of us. four times without fail. i’m not sure whether he just has an innate need to express his love for us, if it’s learned behavior, or if it’s some kind of OCD tendency, but he is pretty adamant about it. but what parent would ever complain about their child saying “i love you” too much? certainly not me!

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tate is growing up fast. i’m shocked sometimes by the big-kid things that he says, or the long words he is able to read without hesitation. (or the other day in the car, when he started singing along to the radio-song, and he knew every single word.) there seems to be a subtle & quiet continual thought in the back of my head reminding me that he is growing up. that’s why i’m grateful for those moments when he still needs me. when he gets hurt or is mad (aka furious) at his brothers and i’m able to hold him and comfort him and cheer him up. those moments when a hug or a kiss or a cuddle with mom will make everything better. or when the thing that he really wants to spend his saved-up money on is a stuffed animal. those are the moments when i’m reminded that he is only seven after all. that he still is my baby.

i’m learning something about myself as a mother lately. and maybe it’s just because life is changing for me and for my family, which is another story for another day. but i feel more aware than usual of time passing. i’m more cognizant of time moving forward and each day that is here, then gone. i’m feeling bittersweet about several endings and new beginnings on the horizon. that horizon keeps inching closer and closer. my senses are heightened. and in the midst of all the change, i’m keenly aware of my youngest, my baby boy, growing up, too. and i don’t want to miss it in a sea of distractions. every morning that i bring my boys to elementary school, we hug and say goodbye. “have a great day, we’ll see you after the bus.” lincoln hugs us at the car and runs off to play with friends before the bell. sometimes we walk tate onto the playground and stand around for a bit, sometimes we hug and say our goodbyes at the gate. regardless, i watch my baby boy turn and walk away. i think to myself, “there goes my baby. off to school.” and just like a first-time kindergarten parent, i blink away the tears and head off into my day. and i know what it is. it is a gift of God’s grace that i can wrap tate’s “i love you. goodbye! i love you. goodbye!” around me as i go.

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tate, you are no longer a baby. but you will always be my baby. you will always be mine. what a gift you are to dad & me. we have been given the privilege and the joy of watching you grow up. and of being loved by you. we love you right back!

 

our teenage Silas. March 5, 2016

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well, once again, i realize that it’s been ridiculously long since i’ve posted.  also, it’s taken me way too long since silas’ actual birthday to take (& therefore post) these pictures.  we celebrated tate’s 7th birthday yesterday, which was the final kick-in-the-pants.  enough is enough.  here are my black & white portraits of silas, and some of si & his brothers, too.  instead of writing a post about the teenager himself, i thought i’d share the letter that i wrote to him for his big “NOT Mitzvah” celebration.  we gathered over 20 letters to silas, from friends and family near and far.  it was a special night of celebrating the wonderful young man that silas is and giving him good advice for becoming a man in our world.  so, without further ado…

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dear Silas,

happy 13th birthday, my son, my Si-Boy!  as we celebrate YOU tonight, Silas, i am filled with emotion…  it is bittersweet to say good-bye to your childhood while we anticipate all of the exciting adventures awaiting you in adulthood.  the first 13 years of your life have truly flown by and i cherish all of the special memories we have made and moments we have had together.  in my mind, you have had an exceptional childhood — not because of anything Dad or I have done, but because YOU have always been one amazing boy.  tonight YOU get all of the credit for the smart, thoughtful, kind, loyal, funny, and compassionate young man that you have become.  when i think of you, Silas, my heart bursts with pride.  i am SO very proud of you.

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tonight marks your rite of passage as you enter manhood.  i must say, i cannot wait to watch you and walk alongside of you in this journey, this new chapter of your story.  whether it’s navigating high school, girlfriends, driving, facial hair, first jobs, college or sports, i know that you will do a spectacular job, and we will always be here to cheer you on.  we will be here to give hugs, high fives, advice, prayers and help when you need it.  my hopes for you as you enter your teenage years are these:

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**like your parents, you are a perfectionist. i hope that you will work hard, but that you’ll also let yourself off the hook every now & then and call it quits at “good enough.”

**i hope that you will continue to have the confidence to always be your true self — the unique individual that God has designed you to be.

**i hope that you will have the courage to make wise choices, regardless of what others choose to do.  where you lead, i believe others will follow.

my prayer for you tonight is the same prayer that i have prayed for you and your brothers at countless bedtimes over the years — that you would become everything that God dreams for you to be.  and also this, that you would have the eyes to see and the ears to hear God’s presence in your life and his voice speaking to you.  He will help you write a one-of-a-kind story with your life!

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i love you, my teenage son.  you will always be in my heart and I will always be here for you.

love ALWAYS.

mom

 

 

t turns six! March 12, 2015

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tate.  taters.  T.  T-T.  T-man.  so many nicknames for one special guy.

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we recently celebrated tate’s 6th birthday.  our baby, our youngest, is SIX!  was it really already six years ago that he was born?  his birth story brings to mind a late-night helicopter ride to denver (oh boy!), a tiny infant boy with mohawk hair, a champion of a husband who drove back & forth between our home in breckenridge and the hospital in denver with two young boys in tow, and a wonderful mother who flew in earlier than planned to spend a couple nights in the hospital with me, relieving said [exhausted] champion husband.  i should say, “was that ONLY six years ago?”  it feels like a lifetime.

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and now he’s SIX.  he has had six years to develop a personality and grow into the big boy that he is.  he certainly is his own little man.  he’s 100%, unabashedly TATE.  he is sweet and tender and loud and shy and ornery and gets angry and stubborn and silly and hyper and isn’t afraid to throw some fists!  he says, “guess what?” more times than we can count.  he is less concerned with germs and his brothers taking his stuff than he used to be (thank goodness), but he always wants a real, hands-around-the-neck, tight hug at bedtime and prayers for good dreams.  one of my absolutely most favorite things about tate is that he has recently begun proclaiming “i love you, mom” and “i love you, dad” at bedtime and at school drop-off and whenever else we say goodbye to each other.  melts my heart everytime.

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tate has never known life without brothers.  while he can handle playing alone — for a little while, at least — he certainly enjoys spending time with his brothers.  on the morning of his birthday, we started the celebration with our traditional early breakfast-in-bed and singing and candles and chocolate chip scone (actually, butterscotch scone at t’s request) and gifts.  after opening all of the gifts, tate’s first impulse was that he wanted to start playing with his new lego & bionicle sets WITH his brothers.  silas had to leave for middle school, but tate & lincoln dove right in.  tate likes to play with his 8-year-old brother and his 12-year-old brother equally, and he can keep up with either of them.  in some ways, tate isn’t the one tagging along.  he is the one taking care of the other two.  a few nights ago, phil and i were both woken out of an unusually deep sleep by an unnatural & terrible noise.  it was tate, yelling and screaming and shouting, loudly and wildly, coming down the stairs…  “MOM!  MOM!  Lincoln’s THROWING up!!!”  he was less scared by the incident than he was scared for lincoln.  he seems to have a care-giving nature that is always looking out for and taking care of his brothers, even though he’s the youngest.  only after we had taken care of lincoln, cleaned him up and settled him down again in the other room (and after our hearts had stopped thrashing in our chests), was tate able to lie back down and go back to sleep.  in the midst of it all, phil and i looked at each other, our adrenaline pumping, that knowing look in our eyes — in awe at the wonder that is TATE — and we were able to laugh, at 4:30 in the morning.

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being our youngest, tate is naturally the last in the family to go to kindergarten.  we are thankful that tate has been able to have the same wonderfully amazing and special kindergarten teacher as both his big brothers, ms. wendy.  she has been the beloved teacher for hundreds of students over the many years that she has taught at breckenridge elementary.  she is loving and kind and patient and has the heart of a saint.  on tate’s birthday, when we brought cupcakes in to share with the class, she took the time to show us the latest of tate’s school work.  it was a test of sorts where the students individually tried to correct spelling and backward letters, etc. in a sentence she had written for them with many intentional mistakes.  this was an exercise that they had recently been doing together as a class, but on that particular day, ms. wendy wanted to see how each of them was catching on individually.  she was so excited by tate’s work that she had to show it to us — he had corrected every single mistake (almost every letter needed a correction of some kind!) and he re-wrote the sentence 100% correctly on the lines below.  he was the only one in his class to do it perfectly!  (the funny part was the reason why ms. wendy was so tickled by his success.  it was because tate didn’t know his whole alphabet when he started kindergarten — ms. wendy told us — maybe only half-kidding — that she thought he was the neglected baby of the family!)  i do NOT mean to imply that tate is the smartest in the class or anything like that!  but, apparently, he has spent the year learning and growing and rapidly catching up to the rest of his class.  : )  it was neat to see him doing so well in class.  and, as far as his standing in the family goes, it seems he is stubbornly refusing to be overlooked or left in the dust by his two smarty-pants older brothers.

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we found out last week that tate shares a birthday with dr. seuss!  so, in the words of the wise man himself…

tate,  “Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”

we wouldn’t trade you for ANYone else.  we are so proud of WHO you are and WHO you will become.  may you always be true to who you are meant to be, tate.  we cannot wait to watch & see just who that is.  and we’re so grateful for a glimpse of that man by who we see before us today.  we love you, birthday boy!

“You’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting,
So… get on your way!

 

TWELVE. February 20, 2015

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our oldest son, silas, reached the ripe old age of 12 last month.  pretty incredible.  even now as i sit here to blog about our si-boy, our trail-blazer, several “firsts” for him (& for our family) come to mind.  just in the past handful of weeks, silas has been trekking across uncharted territory — the exclusive privilege for the first-born child (and the only child, i suppose!).

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back in january, silas invited a handful of new (and a couple old, faithful) middle school friends to join him for a paintball birthday adventure.  we took 7 friends with our family down to a new paintball facility in Denver.  i think all of the 6th graders were both excited and fairly apprehensive, as none of them had ever actually played before.  they all came dressed in layers, hoping to minimize the pain & welts that are infamously attached to paintball legends.  i daresay, they were NOT disappointed!  they discovered, it DOES hurt, but they bravely withstood the pain and walked out proudly, hours later, with the welts battle wounds to prove their courage.

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the paintball crew.  silas is in the black hoody, 3rd from the left.

a couple weeks ago, we had some dear friends over for dinner.  not long after they arrived, silas, who had been tubing near the neighborhood with a friend, came in crying hysterically.  it was a distinct cry that screamed (literally) of intense pain; a cry we don’t often hear from silas.  we rushed him to the ER, after our friends graciously offered to stay home with lincoln & tate.  the x-rays confirmed that silas had indeed broken his collar bone… silas’ 1st broken bone.  he has been instructed to refrain from physical activity for 5 weeks to let the bone heal.  we are grateful that he doesn’t need surgery or even physical therapy.  but it is heartbreaking to watch your children suffer, isn’t it?  the first broken bone is one rite of passage that comes upon us without warning or a countdown.  i’m glad to say we’re on the other side of it, and silas is healing nicely, although it is killing him to have to sit out of PE!

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his final “first” is happening TONIGHT.  silas is participating in his first “LOCK-IN” — a privilege extended to middle school SCY students.  our new hire for SCY (the non-profit youth organization that phil & i have run together for the past 13 years), rachelle, and a great group of adult volunteers are willingly giving up an entire night of sleep to hang out and play with the students, ALL night long.  no sleep required.  these adults are saints for torturing themselves like this — and i’m so grateful that silas is on the receiving end of such amazing selflessness this year.  i hope he has a blast with his friends and makes memories to last for years to come.  it’s a little bittersweet that his first lock-in experience is our first year NOT going as well, but i know we planned it that way on purpose.  it is truly a gift to have other adults come alongside and care for and take an interest in our children.  i believe that we can do MANY things as parents, but i will embrace anyone who chooses to spend time with my sons, affirming their worth & value and building their confidence, especially as adolescents.

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so, silas.  who is he as a 12-year-old?  he is much the same as he has been all through his younger childhood years.  he is a smart and silly boy, who likes to both play with and pick on his younger brothers.  he has a big heart, but he isn’t much for sappiness or expressing the sentiments that he clearly feels on the inside.  he still is, and has been for years, my only son who doesn’t like to say, “i love you” at bedtime — or anytime.  we’re okay with that.  it’s just a thing, and we know he loves us all deeply.  he is a thinker and a listener — always listening.  he likes to be in the know.  he is more extrovert than introvert and is a fiercely loyal friend.  he has been playing percussion in school, which is fun since phil is an excellent drummer. he is also excited to start track in march and plans to run the “Bolder Boulder” once again over memorial day weekend, much to my delight.  he straddles the worlds of “boy” and “young man” well — playing pokemon cards with his brothers and laser tag with his friends.  he is responsible and has a good head on his shoulders — a wonderful babysitter in training.

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one of the things that we have enjoyed doing as a family lately has been watching the Cosby Show.  growing up in a family of girls, i have to admit that i spent much more time noticing how cute rudy was, being annoyed by vanessa, and idolizing denise, probably like every other girl in America.  watching these shows with our boys now, especially having started from the beginning of season 1, it is intriguing and entertaining to watch THEO.  i’m drawn to watching cliff & claire as they parent their only son, and our boys think that theo is hilarious!  i am privileged to be a boy-mom, and i hope and pray that we fulfill our role as parents to silas (and lincoln & tate) with as much grace, humor and wisdom as the huxtables, fictitious though they may be…

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happy 12th birthday, silas phillip.  we couldn’t be more proud of you, and we love you like crazy.  we pray, like always, that everyday you grow more and more into the young man that God created you and dreams for you to be.  love, mom.