sunday lovin

A warm Sunday and we were just loving on this boy, this boy who sleeps through the night, this boy who slow-dances, naked, in the living room. We might love him as much as he loves blueberries.

Peek-a-boo

Most popular game of the week!

Baby's first bruise

Way more traumatic for his parents than for Elijah! A highly adventurous crawling maneuver resulted in a big knot on the noggin. It swelled up into a lump like in the cartoons and is now a tough-looking purple bruise...I tried to capture it.

The good news is that it inspired many of our friends at Thanksgiving II to tell stories of their own childhood accidents. I am partial to the one in which the child fell holding a plug: the prongs went right into his forehead, of course.

Crawl On

Elijah's crawling! This is a jaunt that he made on November 19th, 2009. Pardon the shaky camerawork.

Toothface

Elijah is getting his top two teeth, a painful process, but one not without cuteness. He has recently taken to grinding his bottom two teeth against his top two, resulting in tough face not unlike that of Don Corleone sitting down to a plate of veal parmesan. Despite our continual attempts to capture this face on camera, it wasn't until last night that our pal Brendan, with his trusty iPhone, succeeded.

Applesauce

First bite of applesauce. 'Nuff said.

The tiniest monster

Elijah has started yelling like a tiny little monster. Just cuz he can. Wouldn't you? Don't you? Sometimes?

Anyway, he is babbling with the cute "baba"s and the "bop-bop"s, but now there is the new and thrilling ability to yell like Bobcat Goldthwait. He yells at the couch. He yells at his toys. He particularly yells when he jumps in his jumpy thing. Not mad, just a yell. Extremely cute.

It is starting to feel like a very cozy fall in our new house. The leaves are beginning to turn, Mike is out cutting firewood with a chainsaw (so manly!), and Elijah and I are yelling for fun. Idyllic. We've been eating pie and cassoulet, Elijah has been eating sweet potatoes and broccoli. Fall also means we get to put Elijah in all of those handmade sweaters that his Nana and great-Grandma Smith have made for him. And in hats! Meredith gave me important advice: Persist with training your child to wear hats because they look so damn cute in them. We all have to sacrifice for fashion.