Monday, March 13, 2017

Things to Remember: Eli at 4

Height: 42"
Weight: 41 lbs
Favorite food: Spaghetti with Meatballs
Favorite Movie: Trolls
Favorite Song: Can't Stop the Feeling (Justin Timberlake) On repeat. And repeat.  And repeat.
Favorite Phrase: Suns out guns out! (complete with flexing pose)
Favorite Book: Anything Gerald and Piggie or Oliver Jeffers
Favorite Superhero: Batman, or possibly Robin (thanks Lego Batman Movie!)
Greatest Fear: Being alone in his room

Oh this kid.  We love him.  Eli is starting to piece together his world and the rules that govern it.  Currently he is fascinated by signs.  We'll be driving in the car and he'll suddenly screech, "MOM!  STOP SIGN FACING THIS DIRECTION!  YOU'D BETTER STOOOOOOOPPPPP!!!"  I'm used to it now, but the first few times I nearly had a heart attack.  He's the expert on No U-Turn signs ("Circle with a LINE Mom!") and Pedestrian Crosswalk.  It certainly makes driving interesting.

One of Eli's life rules is that anything that Dad does is cool.  He loves "playing" Zach's games with him, wrestling, and of course, eating.

Eli and Porter are constantly trying to figure out their relationship.  Are they best friends?  Are they worst enemies?  Sometimes Eli is totally cool with letting Porter ride on his back, other times he's near death if Porter so much as looks at him the wrong way.

On the whole they get along, and when they REALLY get along it melt my heart.

Zach and I (as parents are wont to do) are amazed by Eli's creativity.  He is big into drawing something, cutting it out, and then taping it to something else.  Our kitchen is basically wallpapered in his artwork.
"Be happy like Robin!  -Eli"
Now that he's four, Eli has been enjoying regular dates with Mom and/or Dad.  He's super easy to entertain.  We spent half an hour in an arcade last month without having to spend a dime, but Eli still managed to shoot all the bad guys and win all the races.

I feel like our first, experimental child is turning out rather well!

Trolls in Excess

Eli told everyone that he knew, anyone he might know, and anyone that happened to cross his path, that he was going to have a Trolls birthday party.  He picked out a Trolls cake, Trolls invitations, Trolls party favors, and would have required everyone wear Trolls costumes, but we had to draw the line somewhere.  He is, without a doubt, obsessed with Trolls.

Zach and I, however, are pretty over this Trolls phase.  Can't Stop the Feeling is a great song and all, but after 1,000 times.... the feeling is gone.  We decided we'd do this birthday party, and then try and wean Eli steadily off.
Trolls cake!

Trolls Bingo!

Trolls pinata!

It would seem our family had other ideas.  Eli received no less than two sets of Trolls figurines for his birthday, plus cake toppers, meaning we have 4 Poppys, 3 Branches, and a dozen other trolls floating around our house at all times.  He also received the Trolls movie, so guess how many times we've watched that this last month?

I love this picture of the boys lined up watching the movie!  We love our cousins.

Eli's actual birthday was on a Sunday, and after church we asked Eli what he wanted to do.  He said see a waterfall, so that was what we did.  In the cold rain.  In heels.  Anything for my birthday boy!

Zach and I decided that this was the year of the bike (NOT a Trolls bike, as was requested).  We had it all set up with the balloons then blindfolded Eli to take him to it.  His reaction was soooooo anticlimactic.  He was obviously less than thrilled.
But!  Once we got him on it he would NOT GET OFF.  We went around the cul-de-sac over and over despite the rain.  Houston, we have a winner.

Eli and McKenna share a birthday weekend, so we had a second Magleby family party for them.  It was Troll/fairy princess themed, which worked out better than one would think.

The birthday kiddos
Overall, the weekend was a Troll-saturated, techni-color success.  Thanks to our wonderful family for hosting and partying with us!

Special thanks to my Dad for recommending, assembling and adjusting Eli's bike.  Even more special thanks to all the family who gave us Trolls paraphernalia- you know who you are!  We can't won't forget it!

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Porter at 18 Months

Height: 34"
Weight: 32 lbs
Head size: Restrictively large
Favorite food: Maybe noodles?  Honestly, we have yet to find something he WON'T eat.
Favorite Person: Mom!  Finally!  Take that Dad.
Favorite Activity: Object destruction

When I think of Porter, the first thing that comes to mind is CHUNK.  This kid is a brick.  In fact, at his 18 month check-up the pediatrician advised switching him to 1% milk because his weight was, quote, "off the chart".

 Next, I think DISASTER AREA.  Looking back through my phone pictures, most of Porter's are of him covered in some kind of mess.  He's a messy eater artist who is not satisfied with his body and chair alone as his canvas.  No, art must be thrown across the room, onto the floor, the chairs, and occasionally onto innocent bystanders.  We go thru so. Many. Bibs.

 Next, think: CONSTANT SUPERVISION REQUIRED.  This cute picture was taken seconds before he climbed up on top of the piano to sample my houseplant.  Now that he has figured out how to push chairs around to climb up on things, there are only three safe surfaces left in the house, and it's only a matter of time for those.  Porter is a reckless climber, can not be left with any kind of writing/drawing implement, and I swear his main goal when he takes a bath is to remove as much water as possible.

IN THE THICK OF THINGS: Porter goes where Eli goes, and must do what Eli does.  Sometimes this works out and Mom gets laundry folded, and then other times there are screams and tears.
When he wants to be picked up to see what's going on he has learned to say "Hug?" instead of "Up!" because honestly, who can resist that?

BRAVE.  Eli was and is a pretty cautious child, but Porter is brazen.  He charges into every situation like the tank that he is.  Below he is meeting his first ferret.

 Not only is Porter unafraid of the vacuum cleaner (still one of Eli's greatest nemeses) he has totally embraced it.  He follows me around with his own vacuum whenever I pull mine out and I LOVE IT.

Finally, ADORABLE.  I love my babies, but 18 months is when I start to feel like I'm actually bonding with my kid.  I love watching him learn new words and establish his own personality.  I love watching him and Eli play together.  I also love leaving him in nursery, because he's extra adorable when I pick him up again.
Happy 18 months Super Port! 

Sunday, February 26, 2017

The Dog Days

After such a promising beginning, January turned out to be cold, dark, freezing, frigid, gray, and COLD.  For weeks it snowed and snowed, (naturally, only on the days that Zach had work) and it was up to me and my minions to clear the driveway to avoid perishing in an icy igloo.

So, every morning we went through the exhausting process of suiting everyone up and headed outside.  Then came the back-breaking shoveling, followed by the exasperating process of persuading everyone to come back inside, and finally, the near-death experience of getting everyone out of their now wet and frozen clothes.  Luckily, there was always hot chocolate at the end.

 If the snow was only inches high (not feet) and Mom was feeling generous, we'd play at the freezing cold park or sled along the street (we didn't see the asphalt for a solid five weeks).

After the initial braving of the outdoors, it was pretty hard to convince anyone (especially Mom) to go out a second time, so the rest of the day we spent...

Building endless lego towers, houses, and superhero cars

 Playing with play doh.  So much play doh.

Watching shows with separate blankets, separate popcorn bowls, and not touching.

Visiting the "Dead Animal Museum"

 And then, when all the crazies were about to explode, we could always count on Dad for a good wrestling/mauling session.

It's still freezing in Elko, but after being below freezing (during the day!) for weeks, this high thirties weather feels practically balmy.  We have high hopes that the pile of snow in our backyard may yet melt before Easter.