I get stopped often and asked by inquiring—and sometimes intrusive—people if I have triplets. They stop and stare and squint their eyes a little, as if refocusing will give them the answer. It is understandably hard to decipher since my oldest boy is bleach blonde, blue eyed and Swedish as lingonberries; my second boy, has light brown hair, large blue eyes and is tall and skinny, and Silas is blonde, hazel eyed, cute as a button and built like an athlete. Just by looking at them there is no clear deduction except that they all come from some kind of Scandinavian family and they are around the same age. So squint away strangers, but you will have to keep asking, I’m afraid. My response to the question is always the same, “I have twins and a bonus!”
Silas turned two this week. TWO. I know that time starts to rev up and fly faster as you get older and have kids, but seriously, is my baby boy already TWO?!?! My bonus boy, is no longer a baby. As I hope to make a custom on all my sons’ birthdays, I am going to do a tribute to my little man and ask you to join in via the comments if you would like to say something as well. Prepare yourself for some proud mama bragging coming up...
Happy Birthday Silas Alban! My bonus boy and blessing to my heart. You, sir, break all the rules. But not in a rebellious leather-jacket-wearing-motorcycle-riding sort of way, it is just you being true to who you are. I thought I knew how to raise a little baby boy—it should be easier than taking care of two infants at once, right?—But you decided that crying for four months was going to be the best way to show that you are no ordinary Appel. Colic was a wonderful way for you to establish that you were here and you would not blend into the background or take a back seat to your brothers. Even as you have grown, you have made your own way. You don’t want to be left out by Eli and Roo, but you are quite content to do you own thing if YOU decide to do it. This has made you bold, fearless, and tough.
You are the spitting image of your Dad. People sometimes say you look like me, but if they really take the time to look, you are a mini-Tom all the way. You also LOVE to play with balls and are so coordinated it is crazy. You can throw a ball in the air and hit it with a bat, you and Dad play ‘bop the balloon’ with ping-pong paddles and you don’t let the balloon hit the ground for at least 20 rounds. You love to throw, catch, and make baskets. I mean, seriously boy, you are an athlete.
You are also so smart, sensitive, and sweet. You blow on my coffee every morning to make sure it is not too hot. You can count to 20! AND you are already good at French. You are the best at cuddling, which I absolutely adore. You really lean into it and relax so that I get those warm fuzzies in my heart that only mamas get when their boys show them love. You love music, are obsessed with Daddy’s guitar and singing. Your favorite song is “Cover Me” which is a worship song that I sing to you at night sometimes.
You are also very stubborn—not an uncommon family trait—and prone to dig heels in for hours. Just yesterday you had an hour-long tantrum because I told you not to throw hard objects at your brothers’ heads. You must have said ‘NO’ at least 400 times. But I guess your stubbornness is just payback for me since you get it from me…
I know this, my darling: you were not an afterthought, a surprise, a mistake or miscalculation. You, my son, were known from the beginning of time and intended be a blessing in our little family. You light up my life, you melt my heart and you make our family exactly what it needs to be. I love you, my little man. Happy Birthday. Love, Mommy
If you want to read some more stories about Silas or simply our story of becoming a family of five, check out the posts below. Also don’t forget to comment and leave a birthday blessing for Silas!