Eli is one of a kind. He is astoundingly naughty, incredibly smart, and overwhelmingly endearing. I love that kid more that I ever thought possible. He may be taking years off my life, but we're having a fun time in the process. I think the move has fried his brain a little because he's been having a super tough time being a functioning human these days. Lots of tantrums. lots of deviant behavior, but man oh man he is so great. Here are a few pics from the last few weeks of my big boy. 

 Its great because he never knew I never put $ in the machine...

 Diva child. 

 We struggle with keeping him out of the fridge. I have a latch on it but sometimes I forget to put it on and he can somehow sense it. This time around I just had to giggle because he was so proud he's found the ice cream. 

 I ran upstairs the other day to switch the laundry and when I came down I was greeted by this. He dragged his chair over, climbed up and helped himself to a blender full of smoothie. Inventive. 

 Eli is a very physical kid. Its a good thing and a bad thing. On one hand he is very sturdy. He can take a spill and get up and go with hardly ever a whine. On the other hand, I have bruises all over from being tackled, stepped in, jumped on, hit, bit, and smacked. We work so hard to help him understand how to control his strength (yes, my son is the Hulk) but sometimes he forgets and lets loose on Mom or others. I hate being the mom at the park who has to watch her sweet but strong boy like a hawk...but such is life. 

 Seriously though...

I bought him Elmo jammies and he insisted on wearing them all day...over his existing outfit...