Elai Eats Things

I turned my head from Elai for about 5 seconds to face Michael when Michael starts to laugh. I turn around and find our son eating his sock. That is right, eating. He had pulled it off his foot and stuffed it in his mouth.
He, of course, thought it was hilarious because we, of course, were laughing loudly at the sight of him holding his foot in the air with one hand and stuffing his sock into his mouth with the other.

This pattern isn't limited to just socks, though. He keeps trying to eat his clothes (the ones still on his body and those within reach), the aspirator, blankets, and jackets. He has apparently gotten really confused because he has a habit of unlatching and then grabbing my hand to eat my fingers. When he finds they don't give him the desired effect, he re-latches, just to repeat the cycle. I just have to laugh.

Basically, Elai will eat anything. :)

Laughing on the Bed

1. Elai laughs when we laugh.
2. Elai has been drinking more formula lately

Michael and I were sitting on the bed this afternoon talking and laughing. Elai had just eaten and was lying on my chest, somewhat like this:
except Elai was more on his tummy.
Since we were laughing, so was Elai. I think being jostled around on my belly was also adding to his laughs.
Well, this small little voice in my head thought, "hmm, I sure hope he doesn't spit up on me". Sure enough, as I held him above my face, Elai laughed and spewed all at the same moment. It took us by such surprise, we were laughing even harder. I think Michael was about to lose it. I smile just thinking of how hard we were laughing.
Of course, when we laugh, Elai laughs. So he thought he had done something absolutely hilarious.
Not quite, Elai. As soon as the initial shock was gotten over and I could breathe again because the laughs were dying out of my system, Michael began wiping me up and I had to run to the bathroom for fear of puking. My entire neck/back of head was drenched in formula spit-up, making me gag. Ewww.
But, long story short, I have been spit up on by my beautiful baby and it provided many laughs in the process. Luckily I was able to shower and change right then. (Elai has a knack for spitting up on me at the worst moments, like on my pants right before my first class at SUU so it looked like I had wet myself. . .).

Yogi Bear and other stories

The other night, late at night, mind you, Michael and I were talking about national parks.
I told Michael there was nothing interesting in Wyoming.
He disagreed.
He asked, "What about Yellowstone?"
"Yellowstone is Wyoming?"
"YES!"
"But, then, what's that one in California?"
"Which one?"
"That one. The one that is up North."
". . .Lassen Volcanic. . .?"
"No. It starts with a Y. . .maybe. Or not. But it is a big one."
". . ."
". . ."
"Yosemite?"
"Yeah! That one!"
"That isn't up north. That is central California."
"It's north."
"What is it with all you Southern Californians? You think everything North of LA is 'Northern California.'"
"No, everything above San Diego is Northern California."
"*sigh*"
. . . a minute or two later. . .
"Wait, where does Yogi Bear live?". . ."Oh! Jellystone!" (Julie)

Except, this last bit never fully got out for about 4 minutes because I was laughing so hard before I finished the word "Jellystone" because I was thinking in my head it was an actual location, not some made-up locale for a cartoons sake.


Laughing? You're welcome.