Tuesday's Tidbit

Happy Tuesday all!

I am going to give something new a try. Now introducing....

Tuesday's Tidbit!



This will hopefully be a weekly installment post, and will feature... Tidbits! I wanted a way to capture the little things. The things I take for granted and that will change gradually over time.

These are four picture frames that I bought when Wayne was a baby. I wish I had a picture of these picture frames from back then! All four were filled with pictures of Wayne, and I'd rotate the new ones through as I took them. I think around this time Tyler's cousin Kara was over, and asked what I was going to do with all four frames, or why I bought four instead of one. I told her that someday we would have four kids, and there would be a frame for each kid.

Then Weston came along. No problem, right? As my dear cousin Taylor used to say, "split and split." Half the frames were Weston, and half were Wayne. As I fill the frames, I layer the old pictures behind the new pictures. There are getting to be quite a few pictures in a few of them!

Then we Wyatt made his arrival. Ruh-roh. Three kids, four frames. I can't have one boy featured twice! So our family photo is now residing in Future Silves Baby #4's spot. Make that Very Future Silves Baby #4!

I just got Weston and Wyatt's new pictures up, and moved the frames a little (my interior designer has a plan for the middle "hole." I am waiting in eager anticipation to see what that is!) I could sit and stare at these precious faces for hours each day. I notice the twinkle in Wayne's eye, the way his hair lays. I see the faint bruise on Weston's forehead from where he tripped over a toy and hit the wall, and I see the mischievous look in his eye that tells me he's up to something. I also see the way his little ears stick out just a little, and look so much like my dad's baby pictures it's ridiculous. I see Wyatt's deep blue eyes, and the smile that he's thinking about giving but isn't quite ready to. I see the smoothness and the softness of his skin that is so much like a baby, but not like a newborn baby. His face has filled out more now, and his hair is so much lighter. I look at those three handsome, happy, joyful, precious boys, and I remember the day each was born, and can't imagine not ever knowing what they would look like when they were this age. Then I realize that someday I'll look back on these pictures and remember how fleeting their ages were.

And they will still be the most handsome, happy, joyful and precious boys ever.