More Eli!

Last Thursday we dropped Abby off at gymnastics then decided to stop at Menards to play on the playground they have set up there and I needed to look at some gardening things. We were getting ready to leave, Reagan had slowed down to look at something so I stopped to wait for him while Eli walked about 15 feet ahead of me. Eli then stopped to look at the water fountains there, not a big deal. Then he thought that he would touch one of the big carved decorative rocks, you know the ones that weigh a ton and have really sharp edges, and somehow he knocked it over onto his finger, crushing it and splitting it open. There was tons of blood and I could tell his finger was already starting to bruise. So the customer service lady called a manager to come with a first aid kit, then she offered us a papertowel to catch all the blood that was dripping on the floor. Once I got the blood flow slowed down and ice on it I could tell that it was going to be a trip to after hours at the drs office. He was still crying, which is always an indication that it is bad, he has a really high pain thresh-hold and can pull himself together if it is not to bad of an injury.

So I dropped Reagan off with Chris to finish off the day at daddy's work and took Eli to the dr. Once she got it cleaned up, she didn't think it would need stitches, but they still had to numb it because a bunch of fatty tissue had oozed out and they needed to clip it off before they could put the butterfly bandages on. So he ended up with 5 butterfly's and a bid bandaid on it. They said that we could take the bandaid off the next day and the butterflys would work themselves off in 5-7 days. Knowing how rough Eli is on everything we opted to keep bandaids on until Tuesday. With an hour of taking off the bandaid the butterflys were gone, and he wasn't picking at them.

His finger looks pretty good. He still has a pencil erasure size blood blister on the tip of his finger and two more at the edges of the cut, but new skin is growing in and it looks like he will just have a small scar.


Last night Chris and I were laying in bed talking when Chris heard someone in the hall. He went out to find Eli asleep, with his pants down peeing on the laundry! Chris kept telling him to stop but since he was alseep he didn't respond so he finally had to grab a towel and move him to the toilet, where he finished

Oh Eli, my Eli, you are one wild and crazy child!!!

Eli

Eli is riding his bike without training wheels!

The other day I walked outside and he was putting scotch tape on his bike. I asked him what he was doing, he said "I am making it look really COOL!" Yep, gotta love the cool looking scotch tape:)

Dinner Prayer

Tonight:

Chris: Eli, will you pray for our supper tonight?
Eli: Sure, daddy.
Dear God, Tank you for only me tonight. Amen.
Me: (trying not to laugh) I think you should pray for the food too.
Eli: ummm, ok
Dear God, tank you for me and the food. (long pause)(sigh) Tank you for Abby and Reagan and Daddy and Mommy and Daama and Daempa and the food and unca Jay and aunt Missa and unca Andy and aunt Tacia and the food. Amen.
Chris: Thank you, that was a nice prayer to God.
Eli: I forgot someone.
Me: Who?
Eli: The baby, and Finny and Tash. And auntie Den and unca Tane. (pause) and the food. Amen.

All of us: Amen

A couple of minutes later as we are eating:
Eli: Tank you God for the food and the baby and mommy and daddy. Amen.

Chris and I again trying not to laugh, and this went on several more times until he was done with dinner.

Gotta love a boy who wants to pray.

1st speech therapy class

Eli had his first speech therapy class today. He finally talked at the end. They were working of the -ts sound (ants, pants, eats) and he couldn't say it at the beginning, but by the end it was almost correct. We will work on it this week, and hopefully he will catch on to it quickly.

His class is every Friday from 11:30--12. There are 3 other little girls in it right now. He will be having therapy for at least a year probably, but time will tell how quickly he picks things up. She thinks that maybe by the time he is 5, he will have caught up with all his sounds.