This birthday post is overdue, but life here is just nutty lately. I have good intentions of documenting each of the kids' birthdays as they come.
Our sweet Shiloh turned four years old last week. There are a lot more than four things I love about Shiloh, so I'll just get after it and see how many I end up with.
I love his name, "Shiloh Knox." I think we can all agree that "Shiloh" is cool, yes? However I think we all know that "Knox" is just the height of awesome. Back when Kevin blogged with me, he wrote a post about Shiloh's name. It's right here. It teeters on boring, but perhaps you'll read it anyway.
I love his I'm Trying-Not-To-Smile-Smile.
Shiloh is on a never ending quest to keep his adorable grin concealed, always biting his lip or jaws. On his birthday he was successful in this endeavor until the point his brothers gifted him with real handcuffs. And then he cut loose. I mean when you know everyone is going to be extra nice to you because it's your birthday, and you have handcuffs in your possession, it's hard to hide your delight.
I love that Shiloh is the self-proclaimed Defender of All Doodle Bugs. Because everybody knows that little doodle bugs never hurt nobody.
I love that he earned the title of Biggest Moore Baby Ever (and at 10lbs, 12oz I do hope he always keeps it), and yet now he is so slim and trim I'm forever begging him to eat more.
That's a big baby, ya'll.
I love the way he loves Serenity. As a matter of fact, as a symbol of their devotion, the two decided to tie the knot. We were all outside one evening recently and they disappeared a moment and returned with the news that they went and got married.
And Shiloh is a good little husband to his wife. The other night she was giving him the what-for and he calmly said, "Renny, the tongue of the wise commends knowledge, but a house of fools pulls out some follies." Well, it was close.
I love that Shiloh is concerned about safety. The older I get the more I am tempted to worry and fret over every little thing. When someone says, "What's the worst that could happen?" Just ask me, cause I'll tell you. So Shiloh is a breath of fresh air because he is Mr. Caution. Note the example below.
Along with that timidity, Shiloh is also shy and if adults he doesn't know well try to talk to him, his philosophy is, "If I ignore this, surely it will go away." We're working on that.
Shiloh has a laugh that I wish I could record and play for you here. It sounds like it must be fake, like one of those ring tones on a cell phone. It's a little rare to get to hear it outside of home, but when you do, you'll never forget it.
His favorite game is Hi-Ho Cherry-O. I love his sweet little mind and am thankful for the example of humility that God gives us in little children, especially this age. I cherish these days that he believes plastic cherries sitting in cardboard holes, is exciting. I found this game at a yard sale and he has played it and played it.
He loves to read. He loves to sing. He loves to dig in the dirt. He likes his milk extra-chocolaty. He loves to draw and will fill pages with "writing" he has done and then "read" to me what he's written. He loves Olaf the snowman. He loves to sit on my lap first thing in the morning while I drink coffee. He likes to say he's cold in the mornings, even when we both know it's warm outside. That way we can get a blanket and cover up. Wish I could slow down these days.
Not When He is Four
Now is the time to get things done....
wade in the water,
sit in the sun,
squish my toes
in the mud by the door
explore the world in a boy just four
Now is the time to study books,
how a cloud looks;
to ponder "up,"
where God sleeps nights,
why mosquitoes take such big bites.
Later there'll be time
to sew and clean,
paint the hall
that soft new green,
to make new drapes,
refinish the floor--
Later on...when he's not just four.