How Time Flies

Unbelievably enough I'm going to be 26 next Wednesday, twenty-freaking-six. Wasn't I just 16? My life plan (humor me now, I came up with it when I was 12) said that by 26 I should have

A: Graduated from college
B: Gotten married
C: Published my first book
D: Had my first baby

Well, one out of four's not bad right? And I might as well be married to Jason, we certainly act like husband and wife. Especially when we get to bickering and nagging each other. My life isn't anything like I imagined it would be. Except for the adorable baby part, and even that is different in real life. I mean there's no way of preparing for how hard motherhood is. I also was pretty sure I'd own my own home by the time the first baby rolled around and at this point it's not seeming like that will ever happen. Right now I don't even like the apartment I'm in. Oh, 26, you snuck up on me.

Eli got his 2ND tooth this week, I noticed it peeking through the skin while we were at the ballgame on Monday night. Which explains his atrocious sleeping habits lately, I was beginning to think he was reverting back to infancy. Last night though he fell asleep at 8 pm, woke at 3:30 to nurse, and went back to sleep til 7:30. Viva la sleeping through the night!

This is the face Eli makes when he is talking, he babbles and yells and waves his arms. It's pretty hilarious because he's so emphatic about it.

That thing he's holding is a mesh feeder with a piece of banana inside, he did not like it, did not want it in his mouth.

His finger is in his mouth because he had another tooth coming in! Two teeth!

Here's the family at PNC Park on Monday evening. We went to the doubleheader for my little brother's birthday. Well he's not so little anymore, it was his 22ND birthday. In my head he's still 13 and I'm still surprised to see him driving a car. It was not only Eli's first baseball game it was Jason's too. The thing he was the most impressed in were the grilled foot longs with everything. He ate two of them and fries and shrimp. Piggy.

An Evening with Eli

When I go home in the evening I do not, as many may think, just rest on my laurels and eat bon bons. I am in charge of caring for and shaping the mind of an infant. Hard work. Here are pics of a typical evening.


Eli is trying to learn how to crawl, he can his front end up and he can get his back end up, but not at the same time. It's still pretty cute to watch him worm around and figure out what this whole moving thing is about.

Then we eat bananas off the spoon, usually I hold him on my lap to feed him since I haven't gotten around to buying a high chair, but that's getting so messy that I decided to plunk him in his Einstein. He hijacked the spoon and got a death grip on it.

Then mommy and Eli take a bath. I have to leave the door open because Adelaide gets anxious if she can't see me. With the door open she will walk back to hall and peek her head in several times, just to check that I haven't abandoned her through some sort of trap door or dumb waiter.
After bath Eli gets a fresh diaper and a fabulous faux hawk, you can't see it very well since his hair is pretty reminiscent of duck fuzz, but I assure you it's there. Note the Underpants Gnome diaper, I have a small addiction to buying diapers. Eli has 25 meds at last count.

And finally he sleeps! Of course when he sleeps I have to do the dishes, pick up his toys, wash his diapers, feed myself, run the vacuum, etc... There is no rest for the wicked. (obviously I am the wicked)

Too much cute

This weekend Eli was for the most part in exemplary spirits, and displaying the kind of cuteness that made me want to have a baby in the first place. Then last night at my mom's he seemed to suddenly realize what separation anxiety is because he didn't want anyone but Jason or myself to hold him. Usually Eli shows no preference as long as he's being jostled, tickled, and talked too. So, this new thing is both endearing and annoying. Endearing because he's recognizing that we are, in fact, the most important people in his world. Annoying because I can no longer leave the room without hearing earsplitting cries. Here are some pics of Elijah being extraordinarily cute.


He fell asleep in his Baby Einstein exersaucer while I was at work, luckily Jason had the forethought to take a picture. I guess being a baby genius is pretty tiring.

He found both his feet!! And he was so excited about it. My little monkey.

Eli thinks that daddy's hat is the most delicious thing in the world, except for maybe bananas.

In Emily news I was just monumentally annoyed because I had to walk the whole way upstairs to get water. For anyone who isn't already aware I have a pretty cushy office job where they try to make things as pleasant as possible. This includes monthly themed luncheons (recent examples include a sundae bar and a baked potato bar), team building scavenger hunts, mock awards ceremonies for being a super social worker, and very very flexible schedules. Really if the most I have to complain about is that the downstairs water cooler is broken I must be pretty lucky.

6 months of elation and exhaustion

So, my little guy turned 6 months old yesterday. Half a year has gone by faster than i ever thought possible. I would have updated yesterday but they have me doing new, time consuming things at work as of late. This afternoon I'm pretty tired, Eli was up in the middle of the night again, and since I forgot to set my alarm (also again) I jolted up in a way that always leaves me with a headache. And Adelaide was being mighty picky about where she pooed on her morning jaunt, I would have been late if my co-worker hadn't seen my lame ass walking and picked me up. Then when I sat down at my desk I realized that the khakis I'd put on thinking they were clean had banana mush hand prints on the left thigh. The joys of motherhood. I'm discovering that being a mother tends to leave me woefully unprepared in other areas of my life. Like grooming. And being quick with a comeback. But in other areas I've grown leaps and bounds. Like doing things one handed because putting the baby down isn't an option unless you enjoy hysterical screaming. He was very adorable last night at Macy's, sitting in their extra tall stroller, flirting with all the sales ladies. I bought him a taggie book, and he was sucking on the actual tag instead of the silky decorative ones that line the soft pages. Non conformist.

Auntie Em

My older brother is now a father. That concept is amazing to me, Josh has always been abrasive, annoying, and exasperating. He has mellowed a little in the past few years, I've never seen a man so eager to get married, he cried at the wedding. But to see him holding his little girl, bursting with pride was another thing altogether. I guess we're all growing up.