In looking through my recent posts, I noticed I’ve been writing a lot about Grace and Ada.  But what about the boy?  Surely we don’t want to leave him out!

Eli is a talker.  Lately he likes to play the Wii (Lego Star Wars or Mario Brothers mostly) andcomment on what’s happening.  On everything that’s happening.

• Mom, do you like this music?  It’s calming, isn’t it?  I wish we had this m
• usic on the iPod so we could listen to it all the time.
• Mom, I bet you wouldn’t like this level.  Do you know why?  Because there are rats on it.
• Mom, do you know why General
  Grievous is my favorite?  Because he has six light sabers.
• Mom, watch this.  Isn’t this funny?

I don’t even have to respond to any of this, he just keeps on going whether I do or not.  But I feel kind of bad if I don’t, like I’m some how scarring him and when he’s an adult he’ll have flashbacks of these moments when I completely ignored his incessant ramblings of what Mario or Anakin is doing on levels I’ve seen him play countless times.

He also seems to be growing into some more “older kid” abilities – I can reason with him more now, which is GLORIOUS.  If he’s on the verge of doing something wrong I can just ask him a few questions and he changes course.  Don’t get me wrong, he’ll still irritate his sisters to the point of violence (not sure when that goes away), but perhaps his ability to focus is developing a bit, and we’re turning a corner!

And one thing hasn’t changed since the day he was born.  Eli is “go big or go home” all the

way.  He laughs hard, plays hard, runs hard, falls hard, hits hard, sneezes hard.  He eats more than me.  When he gets a bloody nose, it’s like a leaky faucet.  When he gives you a big hug, it hurts.  That boy does everything with passion, and I love it.

I love my mister.

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