It’s been a while since we’ve written about Eliot’s cute/interesting/amazing things he’s said/done, so I thought it was high time… Sorry for the delay in posting recently, and in the length of this – I’ve been accumulating…

WORDS:

– Whenever he says “Yes!” he accentuates the “S”

– He’ll have words like “nasturtium” and “hibernating” roll off his tongue like it’s second nature, but he still says “breaf-kast” – it’s so cute I just can’t bring myself to correct him

– Very fond of the following – “badly” (as in, “Mommy, my tummy hurts really BADLY”) and “especially,” and frequently uses the term “which” (as in, “I don’t like hot dogs, which is why I don’t eat them”)

– The other day, when he realized something, he exclaimed, “Oh, so it is!”

– When he doesn’t like some food, he explains that he doesn’t eat it because he is allergic

– Several times last weekend he said, “Just in the nick of time!”

– Get this recent analytic: “A dart board without darts is like a toilet with no bum.” I’m not kidding you, he really said that

– And he’s constantly pointing out with what letter words begin: “Hey mommy, you know what? Q is for quiet!”

– As he was riding his bike the other day I heard him state delightfully, “I’m OUT and ABOUT”

– Coughing fits are described as coughing up a hairball. wonder where he got that one (Scott!)

THINGS HE LIKES

– rubber bands (as slingshots)

– tiny sticks (as keys)

– paper airplanes (apparently he is the school’s best paper airplane maker – even Teacher Simone relies on him for the perfect fliers)

– bike riding (still uses training wheels because he’s too short to touch the ground, but boy does he go fast!)

– exercising (frequently seen lifting weights, doing pushups and pilates, stretching from side to side, and the like)

– showing off his muscles (see above)

– rocket ships (amazing how literally everything can be a rocket!)

– mazes and puzzles (“That goes THERE, yes-sir-EE!”)

– gardening with the “awesome auger” (as seen on TV)

– kung fu (this essentially entails kicking the crap out of his favorite elephant)

– going “camping” in the backyard and under the bed covers (with the requisite backpack full of supplies)

– previously batman and robin and buzz (all, sadly, are now out of favor)

– drawing, drawing, and more drawing (as always) – the other day he announced he knew how to draw baseball caps. Score!

– recalling events at a particular age (“Mommy, remember when I was turning three, how we went to that one place? Remember that?”)

– tumbling (handstands, somersaults)

– jumping out of the swing and doing a 360 before he hits the ground (I’m not kidding, he really can do that)

– counting! (“Hey Mommy, guess what, 4 plus 5 plus 5 plus 5 is 19!!!” “4 plus 3 is SEVEN!” etc. This morning he counted to 100)

– swimming (he received a special badge for passing his Beginning 1 class, and had a great time “swimming” at Benni’s pool with a life vest last weekend)

OTHER SILLINESS

– The other night after he had already been put to bed, I notice the light on and go in to see what was up. “Hey Eli, what on earth are you doing?” “I’m ORGANIZING all my toys. See look, I have all my jewels organized” and he proceeded to show me his plastic jewels in their separate bags, boxes, sun glass cases, and the like, sorted by color and size. (WAAAYYY too much like looking in the mirror for me… yikes!)

– He’s always talking about what he wants for his birthday party, decorations, and the like. Somehow it always seems to devolve into what Eliot will do for Scott’s birthday: “You’re going to be a BABY for your birthday – I’m going to get you a pink dress and diapers and a crib and a rattle toy!!” and then he laughs uproariously, of course

– Lately he has been into “working hard” gardening, shoveling, moving heavy things, and other forms of manual labor. “Whew, am I working HARD… ah man… Whew!!”

– Ike was over the other day and we were playing baseball, with them batting side by side. I threw one to Eliot and he swung out and wound up hitting Ike in the head (ouch!). Naturally, Ike runs screaming to his mom. Rather than immediately saying he was sorry, Eliot suggested, “That’s why you have to DUCK!” We all started laughing hysterically, and even Ike eeked out a giggle.

– The other day he told Scott, “If you do that I’m going to call GARY!” (Scott’s boss), then he runs into the other room and gets this ancient cell phone he has for a toy and proceeds to “call” Gary and explain Scott’s violations. Then he turns to me and states, “Okay, now I’m going to call DIANE!!” (my boss) and works swiftly to call her and tell on me too. Boy are we in trouble!

-Amy