Little Elijah

Boys will be boys

Labels: photos, playtime

posted by The Mumma @ 2:59 PM 2 comments links to this post

This little piggy

Elijah has decided that play time is now a two-way street.

Quite possibly the cutest thing I have ever seen this lad of ours do (and there are a lot of cute things to choose from).

Labels: playtime, video

posted by smp @ 2:48 PM 3 comments links to this post

It's Playschool!

Elijah knows the lyrics to the Playschool theme! No, we haven't been sitting him in front of the TV yet, I've been putting on a Playschool CD to make folding clean clothes more interesting. I used to play the CD a fair bit, but then forgot about it, so Elijah wasn't terribly familiar with it when we recently rediscovered it.

These things shouldn't surprise me, but they still do. We were outside getting the washing off the line when he started singing, "Open wide, come a side, is Pwayschool." He got such a favorable response that he commenced singing through most of the songs on the CD. I didn't think he was paying that much attention. I know better now.

Labels: intelligence, music

posted by The Mumma @ 1:22 PM 2 comments links to this post

Picky eater

Elijah never used to be a picky eater. He would eat pretty much anything put in front of him. Now he's deciding that he's not interested in a lot of his meal options any more. Even if we think we have him figured out, he'll suddenly go off something he used to love. Beans are the latest thing on the refusal list. Mashed cheesy potato is just about the only guaranteed meal to be downed without a whinge.

Apparently Daddy used to eat mashed potato and not much else as a child. Perhaps this is another case of "like father, like son".

Labels: mealtimes

posted by The Mumma @ 9:03 PM 2 comments links to this post

Helping in the garden

Mummy finally decided to let her St Valentine's Day flowers move on to a better place, which in this case is the compost bin around the side. Elijah watched Mummy pull some of the flowers out of the little oasis they were sitting in and throw them in the compost bin.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, he gently plucked a single leaf out of the oasis and toddled around to the compost bin, lifted the lid himself and threw the leaf in. All this time he looked over to Mummy to see if this was okay. Once it was clear that he was being very helpful, he happily collected more parts of the floral collection to throw away.

If you're wondering what's in his left hand, that's one of his "pokin' sticks" that he uses in the back yard to, well, poke at things for no particular reason, as all boys enjoy doing (I know I sure did when I was a wee one...still do, really).

We are amazed almost daily at just how much Elijah loves to help.

posted by smp @ 10:46 PM 2 comments links to this post

Round and round the garden

Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear. One step; two steps; tickle you under there!

Grandmas know some very good games.

posted by The Mumma @ 3:12 PM 2 comments links to this post

Crisis averted

I went outside to hang out the nappies this morning and Elijah decided to stay in his room reading rather than join me. No big deal - this is not unusual. What was unusual was hearing screams coming from the house when I was halfway through hanging out the washing.

I raced inside to see Elijah on all fours, screaming on his bed: not the mattress, which he'd pushed off the bed, but the slats themselves. I asked him what was wrong. "Knee stuck," he said between gasps for air. I looked and there it was: his leg wedged between two slats, past the knee.

I tried pulling him out. No luck. He screamed more. I tried rotating him. No luck there either. I reached through and grabbed his foot and pulled it back through so it was just his knee wedged between the slats. I was starting to think that I might have to call 000. I tried to pull as much of the baby fat and skin up out of the slats as I could, hoping it would reduce the bulk. The plan was to do this and then get an ice pack to reduce any swelling and allow the knee to be freed. However, I didn't need the ice pack or the phone. Finally, with a bit of maneuvering, the knee itself came out.

Elijah clung to me, tears in his eyes. I told him this was why we don't want him pushing his mattress off the bed. Hopefully he understood.

Labels: accidents

posted by The Mumma @ 2:43 PM 4 comments links to this post

Toothipegs part 16

It's through!

Labels: teething

posted by The Mumma @ 9:07 PM 1 comments links to this post