

Elijah is getting so grown up - doesn't he just look old? He is getting into everything now, and I'm constantly chasing him. He loves electrical cords, the computer, and the fireplace, and he moves pretty quickly now, so we really have to stay with him.He's also developed a fascination with closing doors. Of course, he's always inside the door, so I have to come and rescue him once he's trapped himself. He hasn't quite figured out that he needs to get out of the way so that I can open the door for him - it's a tricky thing that requires a lot of careful shoving through a door that can only open a few inches.
E is also trying to label everything in his world - this week he's spent a lot of time pointing to things and looking quizzical (like, "What's that called, Mom?").
He is getting really good at pulling up and getting back down - it's no big deal now, and he's learning to back off things like the couch and stairs with his feet first rather than trying to go head first (hooray!).
Elijah wants to eat whatever we're eating, and prefers to share with me rather than have his own food. Today he ate an entire peanut butter and jelly sandwich by himself!
Elijah in his big pile of books, wearing his new shoes.


Most days I spend a lot of time in my kitchen. This week, it seems like that's all I've done - clean the kitchen, make a mess, repeat. I feel like I've been getting a lot less accomplished lately - since Elijah is now able to completely destroy three rooms in the time it takes me to put the clothes from the washer to the dryer, I just feel like I'm not quite keeping up. On Friday, the sink stopped draining, and I couldn't clean up the everyday mess that just happens because there are three people living and eating here. I don't love cleaning, but I really missed my sink when it didn't work! Patrick got it running again Saturday evening (hooray! Apparently our disposal is not up to all the peels that making baby food creates - must be more careful). The little bit of cleaning I managed after that didn't make much of a dent. We were gone all day on Sunday, and by Monday morning it was a big, scary mess. I spent all of my free time on Monday cleaning it up. Monday evening Patrick had a meeting and Elijah and I had swimming lessons (more about that later). So we didn't start making dinner until after Elijah went to bed, and left the kitchen a huge mess again. Yesterday my mom came over and spent the day with us. While she and Elijah played, I cleaned the kitchen again. I'm not sure how Patrick and I got to be so talented, but on Tuesday night we managed to get every knife and every cutting board we own dirty (that's a lot of knives for two people!). Anyway, after I got everything all cleaned up, I made dinner and some baby food, and now I have to clean the kitchen again. I may never get to do anything else ever again.
For the past six months I've been avoiding dairy in my diet because it seemed to help some allergy-type symptoms that Elijah was having. This week, in preparation for his one year well-baby exam, we had a blood test done for food allergies. We just got the results, and Elijah is not allergic to anything! I am very thankful for Elijah's sake, but also rejoicing for myself. We'll discuss it all with his doctor tomorrow before starting him on any dairy, but for today, I had a bowl of cereal. After six months of toast with dairy-free "butter" almost every day, it was a wonderful change!

