Day by Day
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Every morning the most beautiful person in the world to me wakes me up bright and, early. He is about 33 inches tall, blonde-haired, and has big blue eyes. This is my two-year-old son, Silas. Silas and I have a routine. Granted we do not always stick to it. From what I can understand that is what having a child is all about. It seems that since I had Silas it meant a lot of compromising your so-called daily routine, just to make the day go smoothly. This is not always a bad thing; sometimes it is better to compromise then to have a set routine day after day after day. I know personally I would get bored with the same routine everyday, and I am sure that Silas would get bored with it as well.
Our morning starts usually with a cup of milk, or in Silas's case chocolate milk...