Eli hasn't tired of his latest skill, although I can't say the same for those of us who are now mere jungle gyms for his climbing pleasure. This kid will pull himself up onto anything that's even remotely vertical or appears to be good for grabbing--i.e. my hair. He now stands next to the dishwasher, reaches in, and pulls out silverware. Lovely. And then there's the bathroom . . . The most amusing part is when he reaches the summit of his mountain, aka coffee table, laundry basket, dining chair, couch, bed, etc., he gets this huge, "look what I did" smile on his face and bangs his hands to make sure we all notice his accomplishment. Our own little King Kong.
We're moving! Okay, it's only a few miles away, but it will make a world of difference with its third bedroom, additional space, extra bathroom, and big backyard. We've lived in our little matchbox condo for over four years now; in fact, it's the only place we've lived since getting married and the only house Bennett and Eli have ever known. Sniff, sniff . . . So while we'll miss this little living room with all its memories, I'm pretty sure we'll be happy to leave it for a much bigger one.
