Silas will be 12 weeks old tomorrow. Each day is filled with a hundred different moments, all precious and unique, as our baby learns about this world around him. All the moments are what I miss the most when I'm gone to work. His newest interest is to look at himself in the mirror. Tonight we had a picture of him up on the computer and he just kept staring at it, smiling and moving himself closer to the screen. It was so cute.
Had I mentioned before today that I am back to work? I go in on Mondays and Fridays all day, then just 3 hours on Thursdays. It is a perfect schedule for us, as Shane keeps Silas at home on Thursday and Friday and part of the day Monday. So the little mister spends about 5 hours of Monday at a friend's house. While I love what I do while I'm at work, I have to say that one of the best parts of the day is coming home. Getting that first snuggle from Silas after being gone all day is about more than a heart can bear. The picture above was our coming home moment on Monday.
In other news, Silas is sleeping through the night! We are so proud of our little man...he is sleeping from about 9:30 pm until 7 am. Then last week he also started taking a 2 hour afternoon nap. He only sleeps about 45 minutes for his other naps, but the long afternoon stretch is perfect for me to get some things done around the house or for Shane to study.
All dressed and ready to go...
We didn't get pictures of the actual dedication, but had it videoed so our families can see it later. Poor baby was so tired after the service...
After church, Silas had just about had enough. Tired and hungry, he was ready to get home. So after a good meal and a long nap, we headed to the backyard for a photo shoot. Here are some of our favorites...
We had our family picture taken on Sunday for the baby dedication that is coming up in October. It will be an incredibly special day for Shane and I to dedicate Silas to the Lord. So it was of special significance to me that we sang Because He Lives during the worship service this week. The song has always evoked some emotion in me because it was sung during the service when my parents dedicated me. While I have no recollection of the event, I have often been grateful that my parents and all those in that service trusted for themselves and for me what the song proclaims. 
My sweet baby has found his thumb, as evidenced by the pictures above. He has loved chewing and sucking his fists and fingers for weeks, but has only recently figured out how to separate his thumb from the rest of his hand. It is adorable now, but I'm not sure how I'll feel about it when he is older.
