



These are pictures that I took a while ago of Eli but apparently, I never blogged them. He makes my heart melt. I love these pictures so much!

I bought him this hand-drill when I was out 'garage-sale' hunting for photography props...it's was a big hit!



It's not that I don't have things to blog about or that I don't want to blog. The truth is, I am just plain worn out. I could dedicate a whole posts towards Eli's screaming FITS that he has been having lately or how mentally exhausted we are from it all but instead I will post the positive. I am not one to gloss over the ugly. What you see is what you get and there is nothing going on behind closed doors in this house that wouldn't be happening if you were standing in the same room with us. That's just how I am. So, it's not to save you from hearing about the mind-aching screaming that takes places almost daily or the incesant whining that is happening but rather to save me. I need a moment to reflect on the crazy little man that we are raising. To take insight and respect what a beautiful child he really is. So, aside from all the above, he is such a wonderful, smart and thriving little man. He is too smart for his own good and much like his father(stubborness and all).
He loves many things; tools, legos(the really small ones), any kind of 'mighty machine' including excavators, front-end loaders, bulldozers, etc... and he can tell you exactly which is which and what they are used for.
He has a heart of gold and wears his emotions on his sleeve. Whatever path he chooses, he will make somebody very happy one day. He just has that kind of genuine love...much like his father.
He is so smart. He thrives off of it(well, that and structure). He wants to be learning all.the.time. He doesn't miss a lick and he remembers everything. He knows all of his letters and the sounds that go with them. I can give him a word and he can tell me what letter it starts with. He loves to read...wish he got that from me but, alas, like his father. He loves numbers and figuring out simple addition and subtraction problems. For instance, today he got 5 tickets. Everytime he whined, he lost one ticket. At the end of the day, he got a candy corn for every ticket that he had left. At one point, he lost a ticket. He was so upset. I explained to him that he had 5 tickets and he got one taken away and so I asked him "how many candy corns can you still get?" He quickly responded, "4" and on he went.
He loves preschool and his teacher loves him. They just mesh so well together and I am so glad that he is in her class. Of course, I know we are doing something right because he is a polite, well behaved boy while at school. Thank the Lord.
He loves his sister. Aside from the occassional toy taking, he truly loves her. He makes her laugh and smile and giggle like no other. He is her protector and doesn't like others trying to tell her what to do. Now, she can hold her own but he is always there as her backup, just in case. He is so very interested in what she is interested in. Before, he could care less about dolls. But, because of her love and interest, he does all he can to 'learn' how to play dolls with her. He tries to teach her all he knows and, truthfully, that's probably one reason why T has more words than I can count. It's an amazing relationship.
So, there you have it. In a nutshell, our wonderful, spunky little man. We do love him so dearly.