Eli has something to say about everything. The kid loves to talk. He speaks very clearly and in complete sentences, but when he gets really excited and can't form coherent words - that's the cutest. What a blog can't give you is the inflection and facial expressions, but it can give you the words and I want to at least preserve those. Hopefully you'll get a chance to hear these for yourself sometime soon.
Anyone: Eli...
E: Completely indifferent What?
Ryan (first thing in the morning): Good morning Eli.
E: No response.
R: How did you sleep?
E: No response.
R: Walks away.
E: Dad! Close the door!
E: Hey! Pipe down out there! Tryin to sleep!
R: Love you Eli
E: Uff you Daddy.
E (playing trains): Slow down Wilson! Track broken! jabber jabber... Puffer Pete come fix the track and my train go forserds and my train go basserds. Under the bridge. In the tunnel. MOM! MY TRAIN GO IN THE TUNNEL!
Monday, October 27, 2014
Friday, October 3, 2014
And I'm Back
Blogger tells me that this page had 203 page views last month. Seriously? Who are you? And why do you keep coming back? I haven't posted in over 6 months, yet you're still checking. That level of loyalty makes me blush. Your behaviors are now being reinforced as I have returned from the quiet. You can thank this return to a Friday morning in which the top half of my To Do list has been completed and the bottom half is being avoided.
I assume those 203 hopeful checks were looking for updates on Eli so we'll start there.
A conversation with Eli:
Me: Eli, today is Sunday! What does that mean?
E: We go church Sunday.
Me: That's right. What will you do at church?
E: Eat snack. Play backetball.
Me: Who will you learn about at church?
E: Gee-sus (it's all about the pronunciation)
Me: That's right!
E: Um, Sunday. Ewi go church. Play backetball WITH Gee-sus.
(I told this story to some 8th grade students. One boy looked at me and with all seriousness informed me that the sport of basketball had not been invented when Jesus was on Earth. I told him he was welcome to debate that with my two year old. :)
Eli's rendition:
Happy birfday today. Happy birfday today.
Sweet boy told me 'Happy birfday mama' every day for at least 6 days. Maybe he'll teach his daddy that birthdays can (and should be) celebrated for weeks or even months at a time :)
Eli sitting in time out while we play with friends:
E: Go talk Miss Shannon?
Me: You can talk to Miss Shannon when time out is over.
E: Noooo (shaking head), mama go talk Miss Shannon.
Translation: Mom, when you talk to Shannon, I get away with more. Oy -we'll chalk that one up to some great critical thinking skills.
As to not bite off more than I can chew, I'll leave you with that. Maybe next time I'll tell you about how I want to start a 2nd blog. Bahahaha.
I assume those 203 hopeful checks were looking for updates on Eli so we'll start there.
A conversation with Eli:
Me: Eli, today is Sunday! What does that mean?
E: We go church Sunday.
Me: That's right. What will you do at church?
E: Eat snack. Play backetball.
Me: Who will you learn about at church?
E: Gee-sus (it's all about the pronunciation)
Me: That's right!
E: Um, Sunday. Ewi go church. Play backetball WITH Gee-sus.
(I told this story to some 8th grade students. One boy looked at me and with all seriousness informed me that the sport of basketball had not been invented when Jesus was on Earth. I told him he was welcome to debate that with my two year old. :)
Happy birfday today. Happy birfday today.
Sweet boy told me 'Happy birfday mama' every day for at least 6 days. Maybe he'll teach his daddy that birthdays can (and should be) celebrated for weeks or even months at a time :)
Eli sitting in time out while we play with friends:
E: Go talk Miss Shannon?
Me: You can talk to Miss Shannon when time out is over.
E: Noooo (shaking head), mama go talk Miss Shannon.
Translation: Mom, when you talk to Shannon, I get away with more. Oy -we'll chalk that one up to some great critical thinking skills.
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