Things Eli Won't Do....

I obviously ruined picture taking with Eli in his short, first year. These days getting a picture of this child requires that he be engaged in something else or asleep. For the love, he will not just sit and smile for 1 millisecond. This is the thing he won't do that I wish I could change more than anything.

The back of his head...of course...

Coming in at a close second, Eli won't nap. Well, he won't nap mid-afternoon...He waits until about 5 o'clock and naps until 8 and then wants to stay up until 11. I don't know what to do. He doesn't do this every day, usually just about once a week. But still... it's rough on Daniel since he insists on his dad being the one who puts him to sleep and he has to get up about 6 hours later for work.

Grocery shopping was too daunting of a task for the poor boy...

Number 3...he won't watch any other movie except for Cars and Cars 2. I can't tell you how many times I have heard Mater say, "Shoooot" or Lightning McQueen bust out a, "Ka-CHOW!" But what makes it really precious is that he gets out all 20 of his "Cars" cars and makes them race and do the things that are going on in the movie. He has characters from both movies and usually keeps them separated if they aren't in both movies. And they all must stay in a straight line, bumper to bumper. His obsession for Cars has resulted in a Cars themed "big boy room." He is so extremely proud of it and shows it off whenever we have guests.

4...The boys won't turn down food. This excludes actual meal times except for breakfast. Lunch, and dinner it's hard to get him to eat...mostly because he eats ALL. DAY. LONG. Somehow he has managed to stay a little bean pole and eat all day long.

I would like to point out that in both these pictures, it is an actual meal time. But guess what. Both meals are take-out...Burger King and sushi. Maybe it's my cooking?

And the final thing he won't do is my favorite. He will not let me cook alone. He sits on the counter just about every night and helps me cook... which is usually just sampling biscuit dough, cake batter, or noodles... It's precious though. There will be one day when he will only come into the kitchen to grab a snack and leave... (heart is breaking right now)...

Tubes...

So next month Mr Eli is getting tubes. This makes me so sad, and also a little relieved. Sad that he has to be put under anesthesia and relieved that I am not crazy for always insisting to doctors that Eli is having issues with his ears. Developmentally, Eli has always been pretty ahead in the game. Motor skills, height, weight...etc. All except for speaking. When we went in for his 18 month appointment the pediatrician was asking about his vocabulary. And I was like... what vocabulary?!

At 18 months old, most kids have about 50 words they can use. Eli had about 5, max. The doc then referred us up to the ENT, they ran some tests and voila... His inner ear has received so much trauma that it isn't working. The last ear infection he had was the Thanksgiving before last. So my poor boo has been walking around hearing everything like the adults from Charlie Brown.

After his appointment today, we had to run a few errands. Eli was obviously exhausted from sitting around a doctor's office and having lunch at BK and just could not handle the daunting task of grocery shopping. And I hate the cart we had to use but it was the only one that was big enough to shop with both boys.

I so wish that I had something interesting to blog about. It's already mid-January and this is my first blog of the year...I was really hoping I would be doing more. We have been in and out of Dr's offices and the ER about 6 or 7 times since the new year began, so maybe that's where all my time is going... along with breathing treatments every 6 hours and antibiotic and steroid administrations. Can you tell it's been a BLAST over here? I am SO ready for warmer weather. We are going crazy staying cooped up in this house! But staying in has forced me to do LOTS of organizing, purging, playing and laughing with my babies (not forced), and somewhere in between having supper started and cooked when Daniel gets home. Which brings me to this... we have literally only eaten out about 4 times in the past month and a half...most of those meals have been either Burger King or the pizza place here on base, actually all of them have been! Daniel and I are SO bad about eating out. We use to eat out at least once a week after Eli was born. Before he came along...it was more like 3 or 4 times a week. Yikes! I have definitely noticed that cooking at home (even when you aren't cooking "healthy" meals) you are still eating a lot less calories than you would at a restaurant. And last night a friend and I started working out... OMG, I am sooo out of shape. I ran about a quarter of a mile to meet up with her and was totally out of breath. We walked a little and then started running again and I KNOW she was probably thinking my fat a** was slowing her down. No...probably not, she's really nice. But I know she probably felt sorry for me. We ran to the gym got on the ellipticals, got our fitness on and when I stepped of that machine, holy crap. I probably looked like a drunk person trying to walk sexy. Jell-o legs. We worked out on some weight machines, clashing the weights with every rep... And got some ugly looks from muscle guys. A guy who stands about 5'2 wearing those toe shoes asked if we minded sharing a machine with him... We just gave it to him. Oh and btw, he had gel in his hair. Who does that? Bleh... anyways, I have told you all this to tell you THIS:

I. Am. So. Sore. Today.

I love my babies, but holy cow. Being pregnant did some horrible things to my body. Things that they should show you in sex ed in HS... That's the kind of stuff they need to be showing these young girls. Then they wouldn't all be graduating with a newborn on their hips. But then again... Those young girls bounce back quick. Maybe that is the way to do it... OK, I am rambling now.

In less than 1 month my little Eli is going to be 2 years old! It seems just like yesterday he was Andrew's age rolling around on the floor. He is growing so, so fast. I'm going to go hug him now...and change his diaper. I am so ready for potty training. Diapers were not meant to hold some things....