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The other night I was getting ready for bed and I heard Silas crying. I went to check on him. I turned on the light and saw him looking around crying. He said….”elephant, elephant.” I said, “elephant?” He said, “yeah, eating the books.” Apparently he had a dream about an elephant eating his books and he was still looking for the elephant. It was so cute. I had a hard time explaining “it was just a dream” to him.

Our natural reason looks at marriage and turns up its nose and says, “Alas! Must I rock the baby? Wash its diapers? Make its bed? Smell its stench? Stay at nights with it? Take care of it when it cries? Heal its rashes and sores? And on top of that care for my spouse, provide labor at my trade, take care of this and take care of that? Do this and do that? And endure this and endure that? Why should I make such a prisoner of myself?”

What then does Christian faith say to this? It opens its eyes, looks upon all these insignificant, distasteful and despised duties in the spirit, and is aware that they are all adorned with divine approval as with the costliest gold and jewels.

It says, “O God, I confess I am not worthy to rock that little babe or wash its diapers, or to be entrusted with the care of a child and its mother. How is it that I without any merit have come to this distinction of being certain that I am serving thy creature and thy most precious will? Oh, how gladly will I do so. Though the duty should be even more insignificant and despised, neither frost nor heat, neither drudgery nor labor will distress me for I am certain that it is thus pleasing in thy sight.”

I think this might stay in Silas’ memory as an adult, maybe the first memory, because he hasn’t stopped talking about it.
Back in July we were at a friend’s house for dinner. Mr. Ken was outside grilling sausages and our family was inside visiting with Mrs. Sue. Ken started yelling for us to come out. We were amazed to see 2 beautiful hot air balloons! One almost crashing into a house, and one landing in the neighbor’s driveway! All Silas could say was, “O My Goshhhh, Big Banoon!” He must have said it 50 times, and he was putting his hand flat on his chest when he said it.
Since then he has brought it up at least every other day. I think this one will stick!

Silas saw the bear on the potty (see below) and said “The bear’s on the potty train!”

Another day, the diaper’s off,
When we sit and have that talk
Not in your pants! In the loo!
Oh the beginning of potty training blues

When he’s naked, he goes everytime
But when clad, it’s hidden and he whines,
Too late: “poo poo” “poo poo”
Oh potty training blues!

Four, Five, Six sets of clothes today!
Tell me ladies, is there any other way?
Every fifteen minutes we are going too!
I certainly have the potty training blues

The washer is full to the brim and the dryer is hot
He goes in his pants more often than not
When I’m tired, off come the shorts and underwear too
He’ll go everytime, ah! a break from the potty training blues

They say “One day he’ll get it
And accidents will be few”
Here’s to the end
Of potty training blues