…Is probably the most said phrase in our home.
At 13 months, Eli is into everything. His head and our living room are pretty much always in rough shape.
He loves to climb, to dump out, to grab, to eat, to run, to trip, to fall, to dance, to splash, to drink and to spin.
He still doesn’t feel the need to say much…. (just like his dad)… including ‘Mama’ despite my constant coaching.
He’s been saying: Da-Da, woof (for dog), buh (for bird), and hot, hot, hot (while eating) and dat (for everything else)… but I think he’s on the verge of a verbal explosion.
He LOVES music and has pretty good rhythm. I think a drum set is in his future.
He is forever looking for his paci and blue blankie. When he has them, he will lay his head down on anything or anyone.
He gets more kisses and squeezes than he knows what to do with, between Lily and me all day.
He is such a good sleeper. (THANK YOU JESUS) Lily is still up every night… but he sleeps from 7 pm to 7:30 am without fail… never making a peep.
He adores his dad. Hard to believe that he might wear size 12 shoes one day too.
He is the sweetest little boy I’ve ever met. Seriously.