Last weekend was Eli's first Iron Bowl experiance. I've appologized to him multiple times that his first year as an Auburn fan wasn't a great one. The Iron Bowl blow-out was no exception. In any event, sometimes bad seasons happen so we just accept them and move on glad to see the bleeding end for a few months. The up side is that Saturday we had some wonderful company for watching the game and Eli's Grammers, Papa Garo, and Aunt 'Lissa came to play with him while I put up our Christmas tree.
|Hi, Daddy! You left your cap here on the table.|
|Since you're not using it I think I'll borrow it for a while. Okay?|
So far this week, our mornings haven't been very pretty. Yesterday Eli woke up an hour early (5am) screaming his head off (very unlike him). He required much cuddling and loving while he ate his morning bottle then it was time to get dressed. I usually get up at 5 and get dressed and ready to leave before I ever get Eli up so it was interesting (i.e. difficult) to get dressed while trying to care for him when he just wanted to be held and cuddled. To be honest, I didn't want to go to work after 5 days off either so cuddling him sounded way better to me too. But we got out the door on time none-the-less.
Today Eli slept fine and I woke him at the usual time. At first I thought we'd done better because Eli ate then proceeded to crawl all over the house while I tried to change his clothes. But apparently he was still a little cranky and tired and wanted to be cuddled. Our first picture turned out like this...
|Mommie... please pick me up and cuddle!|
|There's that camera thing again... Hmmmmmm... wonder if I can get it.|
|Mom, can I please see that camera?|
|Look, I found the case! You think I can put the camera away for you?|
When I dropped him at daycare, he wasn't quite ready to play, but he warmed up to the idea of playing with the other kiddos fairly quickly. There were a couple of Eli's favorite big kids hanging out waiting on the bus, so I suspect that he decided to go see what they were up to.