This is our Eli:
|With Sarah's sister, Elaine|
|Every man needs a little light reading material while uses the facilities|
He loves to jump or fall head first off of the couch, he loves to stand on things he shouldn't (like his car/scooter he got for Christmas), he loves to climb on things, he loves to reach his little hands up onto my counters and grab whatever he can just because he is able to reach them (needless to say, I have to be very careful about where I leave knives even for a second to turn to get something).
Eli is also very gentle and cuddly. He has the most joyous smile; his whole face lights up.
ornery smile that I love to see, even if it means he's being well...ornery. He often gets a very serious face like he's saying, "Mom, don't embarrass me." He gives the most perfect kisses with the smacking noise and everything. There is no way to describe how perfect they are or how happy they make us.
He is 19 months old, so, of course, he throws temper tantrums, but they are some of the most mild tantrums you will ever see, and he is easily talked out of them. He is VERY tall for his age and VERY skinny. Mark says that someday, when he is a teenager, he will be playing basketball and he'll have a conversation that will go:
teammates: "Dude, who is that short, fat, white guy going crazy in the stands every time you score,"
Eli: "that's my dad,"
Teammates: "No really, who is he,"
Eli: "No really, that's my dad"
And Mark will be that crazy, super-proud-of-his-kids dad no matter what. But that's another post about another person I love.
|I know this is super blurry, but it pretty accurately shows his opinion on being that close to the gorilla.|
|Gabriel trying to get Eli to smile for the camera. He would not be persuaded.|