My Favorite Boy

This post is dedicated to my favorite boy... Elliot. We were spending our usual 4:30 a.m. date together, when he so kindly let me know that he's been feeling left out lately.

I must say that it is tough to capture my attention in the same way his sister does. Kind of the whole 'squeaky wheel' scenario. So for now, he seems to demand my attention at night. It seems to be the only way he can have some uninterrupted time with 'the mama' (and thanks to the bottle, finally his dada). I'm sure that eventually Elliot will have his 'squeaky wheel days', but until then he will have to let his sister have the spotlight.
I explained to him that I could write about his sweet smile and stinky hiney all day, but the public prefers to hear about Doodle 'standing on her head' and 'yelling at the ostrich at the zoo for taking her passy'.

Elliot totally understands... he's cool like that. He's the kind of boy that lights up as soon as he sees his mama. He sits in his stroller without pitching fits or throwing things... and he always says 'please' and 'thank you'. I'm sure he's even memorized Evangeline's Bible verse that hasn't even made it off the fridge yet. As soon as he's able to speak... I'm sure he'll spout off Hebrews 11 right away.

He melts my heart... just thinking about him. So even though his interesting story of the day is simply 'scooting from room to room' without leaving a disaster in his wake... he knows he does not have to play second fiddle with his mama.
He'll be 9 months old on the 17th... and I still can't remember how we ever did without him.