Eli,
You are 18 months old! One and a half! I cannot even believe it. It has gone by so fast. I still feel like you are my teeny tiny "always a few steps behind the crowd" baby. This isn't true anymore. You are finally catching up and I don't believe my own eyes sometimes!
You started to walk over a month ago. It was, yet again, another milestone you strived to reach for a few weeks. You never gave up until you started taking step after step, fall after fall, to only get up again and start the process continually throughout the rest of the week. Now you have been trying to keep up with your sisters and are actually doing a pretty good job. You love it when they run away from you and hide. You laugh and scream until you find them and then fall over in laughter when they jump out at you.
You love to play outside. You crawl out of my arms as soon as we walk out the door. You love to be on a tractor, screaming and crying in a huge fit when it is time to get off. You love to "drive". As soon as you see a steering wheel in front of you, your hands are immediately on it trying to turn the wheels.
You spend a lot of time closing doors to rooms in our house. Especially after you walk into one room with out us knowing. We sometimes can't find you anywhere, our house is not that big, and we usually find you behind the closed door getting into something you aren't supposed to have.
You are a dare devil. You love to climb and have to do things your own way even if it is the hardest way. Last week we went to visit Grandma and Grandpa Soptich. You found two stairs that instantly became your favorite new toy. Climbing down headfirst, we tried to show you how to go down backwards, the safer way. After screaming in fits because you didn't want to go backwards, we finally let you go your own way, headfirst. It was actually pretty successful for you for the first 4 days, but on Thursday you tumbled and broke your arm. It was pretty sad but you were so tough. Tomorrow you get your first cast. Welcome to Boyhood.
You are still my tough boy, you always have been.
You fight through things until they're over and do everything on your own time.
You are always smiling and happy.
You hold my heart in your hand.
Love you Bubba,
Mom
