Eli turned three last Friday. We had a great little party for him. He was genuinely excited to be having a party, a cake, guests, and presents just for him. He's growing so much every day, it's just amazing to me that he's three already. He got a doll for his birthday, which I wasn't so sure about, but it has turned out to be a hit. I love that the doll is clearly a girl, but Eli has named him Jack. He's still in the precious stage where things are what they are, without other people's "stuff" tacked on. I remember when Luke was three, his favorite color was pink. Then he started school, and changed it to black.
Eli has the gift of being effortlessly funny. He knows how to be funny without going over the top with it. His voices, his gestures, the little ways he moves, he's just a funny child. He doesn't show off, it's just part of who he is. Oh, and he's doing so much better adjusting to school. No crying two days in a row. He holds Luke's hand as they walk up the steps together, and that seems to be enough.
And to look at Luke these days, I swear he is changing right before my eyes. He's growing out of his little boy body. His bone structure is changing. He's always been coordinated and active, but it seems like lately he's all about playing sports. I hope to find something that's fun and not overly competative. Believe me, he's plenty competative enough. We don't need crazy fanatical parents and coaches screaming on the sidelines.
Feels a little like we're growing out of our house. I love this house and so does Curt, so we'll find a way to make it work as long as possible. Just feels a little tight these days. I think the boys are taking up more room. Not their stuff, but their "being" is taking up more room. What in the world am I talking about? I have no idea. Just a feeling.
