(This post has been in my "edit" folder for a long time. When I was first writing it Eli was doing great, then he got a wet cough and it really worried me! But it cleared up over Thanksgiving break, and nothing major ever came of it. I'll just never stop worrying about this child!)
(When we would go to Primary Children's Medical Center, the PICU nurses would marvel at how "big" Eli was for a heart child. "What do you do to help him be so big?" they would ask. I'd answer, "Um… Well… He likes hot dogs and cottage cheese… ??")
It's no secret to the boys that if Eli is the one mad at you, you best be watching your back. His physical ability to move in such a coordinated fashion is really a marvel. I'll be sitting on the ottoman, and Eli will jump off the couch, land on my neck, wrap in legs around my neck, and swing down, and bring us both tumbling to the ground. It's scary good. And it hurts, to tell the truth.
AND THEN ELI LOST A TOOTH! I know, right?!
And he lost it in the middle of church, haha. He started biting on carrots and crackers really hard, and his tooth just *popped* down. Matt hastily took Eli to the bathroom and 5 minutes later Eli came back one-tooth-less. It was awesome. I started to cry a little bit. Just sometimes it really takes me off guard that he is really growing up! And that he is hitting the miles stones which when he was born I didn't really allow myself to think about. (Dramatic, right? Yeah... I know.)
Anyway.... Just love this boy. He's crazy. But it's awesome crazy.
Loves fashion. Loves to dance. Loves food. Loves to roll up into a Transformer.






















