Funny Boy

When you get shoes and socks for Eli he starts smiling because he knows generally that means he's going outside or he's going somewhere. Yesterday, I got them and I headed to the area where we usually sit down and them on. I put my socks on and told him to come get his shoes on. What I meant, was for him to come over so I could put them on. He came over while I was putting my shoes and and picked up his shoes. He started to walk off and I said, No, No, No. I have to help you put them on so he walked over as close to me as close as he could get and shoved the shoes in my face and then just sat down with a hard thump and a grunt. It was kind of like...I did what you told me Mom, I don't understand.

Eli is my copycat. I guess that comes with being a second child. He's so funny, though! The other day Chris was carrying him and Chris spit so Eli made the same sound and tried to do it, also. Quite hilarious!

The last couple weeks Dylan and Eli have had colds. Dylan was never real good at blowing his nose up until recently. Now, he's really good at it. While we were on vacation he would find a Kleenex lying around and he would put it up to his nose and make the same sound with his mouth. He was immitating. So...so funny! This week, since we've been home if I go toward him with a Kleenex he starts to actually blow his nose before you get there. He usually has it dripping almost to his mouth by the time I get there and then he'll let you wipe once but if you don't get it all the first time you'll have to chase him and hold him down. He doesn't want to stand still to get it all.

When we're all playing around and one of us starts laughing, Eli almost always laughs and then claps his hands like he knows why you are laughing. Half the time we are laughing at him which makes it even funnier.

Today, Eli had already eaten lunch but since I was eating he wanted to continue eating. If you don't know Eli, that's him. He's my eater and if anyone is sitting at the table eating, he thinks he needs to be doing the same thing. I gave him a piece of bread to snack on. I had torn in up into pieces but toward the end he kept grabbing for the remainder of the piece. He didn't want it torn up anymore. Reluctantly I handed it to him as I was getting up from the table. I was going to clean off my place and put dishes away. He did very well for the first several bites actually chewing parts off and he had such a huge smile on his face, I thought he'd be ok. Then, I started making snacks for his bag for church tonight. I usually have a small bowl of cheerios and puffs and then one small bowl of nilla wafers. I have to break the nilla wafers because they are too big for him and he can't actually take bites out of them. He was me doing it and wanted some. He kept pointing at me and the nilla wafers, then he would put the bread down and point again. I told him he had to eat the rest of the bread before he could have a cookie. (That's what I call them!) He took the whole rest of the piece which was a pretty good chunk and stuffed it all into his mouth and then reached out for a nilla wafer...kind of like, ok now bring me one. Before I could get a handful of the crunched up pieces he started choking on that big huge piece of bread. I get there just in time to help pull it out of his mouth as he puked into my hands. Yes, he did! If you're a parent you've probably been puked on many times and I can't count how many times Dylan or Eli has puked in my hands or Chris's. But you know what! I laughed at him because it was actually quite funny even with stinky puke in my hands.

After he finished his wafer I put him on my bed while I did a few things in my room. When it was time for nap, I reached my arms out for him and told him to come here. He smiled really big and then layed his head down on my pillow. He knew it was nap time but he didn't want to go to his bed.

He's my lovable boy. He loves hugs and laying on you especially right on your face while you are trying to talk to someone or watch TV. I am really enjoying him and trying my hardest not to rush his growing up.