Row Row Row Your Boat

Eli wore a very snazzy and stylish wetsuit out on the boat this past weekend. It was a little big, but he was guaranteed to float like a bobber if he fell in. Which he didn't. His first trip out on the boat was one of discovery and contemplation. His second trip out on the boat (photos) was one of enjoyment, hilarity, and adventure.

Normally, he likes to eat his sunglasses, but with the wind whipping in his face he bagan to see their practicality.

He threw his hands up in the air when Granddad went fast, just like you might do on a roller coaster ride.

Backyard Oasis

We decided to build a deck in our backyard. I'm glad we did (or that Jason did) because we had an ugly backyard. Little by little it is becoming pretty.

A palm tree so we can sit by it and pretend we are on a tropical vacation. Of course it only comes up to my waist.

While we were at the Home Improvement store checking out with our goodies, the cashier looked at Eli and said,
"Awwww, your first?"
"Yes."
"You should make another one."

Eli's many faces

Beautiful

Curious

Mischievous

Silly

Happy

Tired

One Step Closer

The Eli Evolves

Watch as Eli struggles to get all four limbs coordinated into one efficient motion.

Dance Craze 2007

The Eli

This is how we move at our house (click the picture). If only I knew how to add music to it....humm along if you'd like.....

Bed head

Only remedied by a little spit in the palm and flatten action.

Trouble

Eli has started moving on his own now. I wouldn't exactly call it crawling, more like trying to swim using only your arms. Yes, that's what he looks like, and he is usually smiling, grunting, or saying "dadadadadadadada" whie he does it. He moves with purpose, an objective, and he gets there...such as to the laundry basket to find the one blue sock that would make the perfect toy.

He is also very good at tipping things over to get what he wants. He routinely tips his basket of toys over and crawls inside to get the right toy.

We have also learned that cooked macaroni makes a formidable finger food opponent. He gets it pinched between his two fingers but somehow it ends up flying in a big arc onto the floor, to the pleasure of Tank and Trolley. It is hard to hold those slippery things in your hands and even more frustrating when they get stuck between your belly and highchair tray, where not only can you not get them, but you can still see them. When snack time is over, I always find over half the snack hidden in his lap.