I am horrible at updating Elijah’s baby book. I think the last time I wrote in it was before his first birthday. I always have the best intentions with those sorts of things and never follow through. I loved looking through my own baby book when I was a little girl; and I still enjoy seeing milestones written in my mom’s distinct handwriting. Hopefully, I won’t rob Eli of that fun. But I guess he can check out my instagram feed…
Every single day I have moments where I feel like he is such a little boy. He is getting too big, too fast on me. But then I’ll also have moments where I look at him and he is still my baby. Like when he is still cuddly after naps and when he gives me a hug and just rests his head on my shoulder. Or when he is asleep–he still looks like my sweet baby even if he is all sprawled out and his long limbs touch either side of the crib.
Perhaps I am doing this post for my own memory…but these are some things that Elijah Oscar does as a 21 month old. Some are silly and some are probably completely normal and some are just ridiculous.
He pretends to be asleep in the middle of the floor. This is something he learned from his girlfriend Kendal. Although I’m not sure who he thinks he is fooling, because he often will cover himself up and tell me to “shhhhh” but keeps playing with his toys.
He is incredibly opinionated about what he eats, but then he eats as much as I do. If he wants the Doritos instead of his apple, he is going to let you know. He is also a veggie lover lately. I’m pretty sure on Thanksgiving he only ate green bean casserole, even though I made sure that his favorite food (ketchup) was on his turkey.
He thinks he is too much of a big shot to ride in the part of the cart that is intended for a child his size. Instead he wants to ride in the basket part and attempt to open any food items that I am purchasing. Or, if daddy is with us, he wants to push it. And will tell me “nooooooo!” if I try to help him. (Please disregard my leggings, wool socks, moccasin combination I was wearing above…pregnancy makes it difficult to wear boots and Eli just won’t help a mama out. So mocs are my go to; at least until the snow hits.)
And if his daddy is home, its as if I do not exist. Wherever Daddy is, Eli is. And usually they are wrestling or playing football or just being silly. Eli will often bring RJ this football helmet and insist he put on the “hat” before they play football in our front room. If there is a boo boo, monkey does run to me with his fake whine and tell me what hurts so I can kiss it. I don’t mind that one bit.
Elijah may or may not have a slight iPad addiction. This picture happened one day after I told him he couldn’t have the “bop” (what he has called the iPad since he started talking) and then went to the basement to do laundry. He was playing with his cars happily in the front room, I’m downstairs for a couple minutes tops, and come up and he disappeared. I found him on my bed in the dark. He had climbed onto our bed, got the ipad off the nightstand, and started to watch Mickey. He also brought that small Mickey up there with him. And our bed is pretty tall. The monkey is DEFINITELY a climber.
We put up Mickey Christmas lights in his room and he wants them on all the time. If I turn on the big light when he is looking at them he gets mad. He climbs up onto his toy box and holds them and points out the red and green and white ones. If we left them on at night, he would probably never sleep.
He also wants to be too independent. He refuses to hold my hand if I don’t want to carry him through a parking lot, and takes off his own clothes sometimes. I read somewhere that a toddler should be able to dress himself before you have another baby…so he’s halfway there with the constantly taking his pants off thing.
Elijah is such a goofball. So silly.
He thinks he can just run onto the stage at church, whenever he wants. That is why he is not allowed in worship on Sundays when his daddy is preaching. His daddy also introduced him to the drums a few months back and he wants to go play them whenever they are in sight. I hope he choses a less obnoxious instrument…like the piano or the guitar.
And he has decided he is ready to potty train. I am not sure I am ready for this yet. But he tells us most of the time when he has to poo. And lately it has been in the middle of the night. I took this picture from my bed the other night. He yells “daddy, daddy, daddy! poop” in the night and goes on the toilet. I’m just glad he yells for RJ and not me…
Oh and he likes to climb up onto my lap whenever I am at the computer, as I am typing this he has wedged himself between my belly and the table. Having a 25 pound monkey on my lap and a baby girl monkey in my belly is not conducive to typing on the macbook.