Our spunky, clumsy, rough and tumble, ornery, charming
little boy! He makes me laugh
until Im about to pee in my pants one minute, then makes me so frustrated I
want to quit the next, followed by worry and anguish because he has fallen yet
again and hurt himself, and then Im immobilized by the insane amounts of love I
literally feel washing over me as I look into those sweet brown eyes. He is maddening and life giving all at
the same time and he reminds me of me and that’s what drives me crazy. If he does not want to walk and I don’t
want to carry him, he sits down.
In the middle of our road.
Because he knows the love of his mother would never let him stay there
and eventually I will break. He
pushes his bottom lip out as far as possible when he is upset and literally tells
you that he is going to pout. He
wakes up every morning ridiculously early and stands right in front of me,
level with my face, and asks if he can “nuggle” me. And I cherish each moment as I lift the sheet and he lets
out a little giggle and curls up with his head on my arm and dozes once again.
He gives his little sister endless kisses and asks if he can hold her anytime
he is sitting still. He never
wants to be left out of ANYTHING and will wail if someone leaves without
him. Out of this fear of being
left out he feels the need to tell everyone that he will be right back when
leaving the room. Especially
Lucy. Every time. He adores his dad. He tells me “I miss Daddy!” in an
extremely sad voice as soon as we close the gate after letting Craig out and
will scream at the top of his lungs in joy yelling “DADDY HOME!!!!!” when he
hears the car horn for us to let him in.
He has in irrational fear of getting soap in his eyes and yells, “NOT MY
EYES, NOT MY EYEBALLS!!!!” every single time he showers. He asks for chocka milk 20 times each
day. He falls down about the same
amount. He hates having his hands
dirty while he is eating and asks if he can go wash his hands between bites. He keeps me on my toes for sure and I
am overwhelmed at the love I have for this little one full of life. Im praying that his life would be one
poured out for the Lord, that his passion would be fixated on the One who
designed and created him and that his giftings would be used to bring others
into the divine love of our amazing Savior. I love you more than you will ever know, little monkey!!
Favorite Elliot quotes:
“Elliot, where are you shoes?” “Uuuhhh, (looking around frantically) not on my feet!”
He walked into the living room with a spoon and announces,
“I got a spoon!” “Why did you get
a spoon?” “I need ice cream!”
“OK, Elliot, bring your shoes and Ill take the dirty
clothes, we’ll go to the same spot and be buddies.” “No, you be Mama, I’ll be buddy!”
“I’m a naked boy!!!!”
We are working on
apologizing better and this was a conversation one day: “Elliot, say Im sorry
for hitting you with my hat, Keenan.” “I’m sorry for hitting you with my hat,
Keenan.” “I didn’t treat you with
respect.” “I didn’t treat you with respect.” “Will you please forgive me?” “OK, yes, ma’am, I forgive
you, Mama.” “No, ask Keenan.” “I forgive you, Keenan!”
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