Transformation

Slowly but surely I am going to transform this blog from an Eli extravaganza to a more inclusive family thing. I'm doing this because, well, because I think Jason and I are pretty interesting too. Don't worry, you can't really get Jason and me without Eli anyway.

The pictures are, for an unknown reason, at a standstill for the moment. I shall attempt to create pictures with my words to capture some of my sons adventures.

Most parents seem to possess an innate desire to find pieces of themselves in their children. These things are usually good things, such as eye color, laugh, or anything cute or smart that their child does. Since the check out lady at the grocery store is hoping the next one will look like me, I can't claim Eli's big brown eyes, or his curly sandy blond hair, or even his chin. I get to claim this: my son loves anything that cleans and that is something he gets from me. I posted a video of him with the dustbuster if you don't believe me. You could not pry that thing out of his hands. Finally, Jason had to convince him that the dustbuster needed "nite nite" and so did Eli! The other day I was swiffering the floor, a nice dry dusting if you will, and was replacing the mop when Eli pushed his way through my legs to grab the broom. Although I thought that that was a little rude and he really shouldn't be in the laundry room anyway, what kind of mother would I be if I discouraged chores? Needless to say I quickly added a clean dust cloth and sent him on his way.

Jason and I have had our first encounter with "The Grandparent Clause." Now don't get me wrong, this is nothing exclusive to Eli's grandparents, it's just a fact. The Grandparent Clause is as follows: I am the grandparent. If handing a whistle (or anything else that in the long term will cause distress and tormet of the parents) to my grandchild causes him/her to smile, laugh, stop crying, or go to sleep, then a whistle they will get. And not only will I give them the whistle, I will teach them to use it. While Granddad was watching Eli this past weekend, Eli received just such a whistle. One that lights up and blinks blue like a strob light. Eli can even wear it around his neck so he will never ever lose it. Since he couldn't whistle properly at first, we (yes, Jason and I included, we got sucked in to the charm of our little one year old trying to blow a whistle) would demonstrate and help him try it to. Eli's little brain snapped into action and since it was a little frustrating to get the same sounds out of the whistle that we were, he decided to just use his own vocal chords....loudly. That means that taking the whistle away does not stop the boy from whistling. When he does manage to whistle properly a big grin sprouts on his face. Ahh, the life of a one year old...

Jason and I keep living our lives as a backdrop to our curly headed boy. Jason only has a week left in neurology and then he gets a well deserved break. It has been so nice having him home in the late afternoons. Neurology has a much better schedule than surgery did. For those of you who don't know, he is starting his third year in medical school. I don't know how to elaborate because I don't really know what he does while he is working, and I don't think I would understand it anyway.

I have been busy myself. I have agreed to watch Mason full-time and am really excited about it! Eli and Mason will grow up to be good buddies.

I am also getting more involved with the MOPS (Mothers of Pre-Schoolers) group at church and have agreed to teach english as part of the JOY program there as well. This year is going to busier than last, but I am hoping it means that more structure will lead to more organization as well.

Tank is sleeping at my feet and Trolley is sleeping in her chair. That probably won't change anytime soon.