Clearly, Eli is far more intelligent than the babies in my mothers’ group. Those moms tell tales of babies who sleep peacefully through their travels — through entire car rides, time spent at the airport, the flight itself, and then continue to snooze on the way home. Well, those babies must simply be dumber than Eli. He’s so brilliantly curious, so obsessively input-seeking, so budding in his genius that he simply can’t stop looking around long enough to get any sleep at all! And if such constant observation, stimulation, and complete lack of napping should result in a form of behavior that his all-too-ignorant parents might refer to as “meltdown,” and if said “meltdowns” might occur, say, every time he gets in the car (which occurs fairly often as we make the rounds between hotel, great-grandma Pat’s house, hospital, and Target for more diapers since the little genius won’t stop pooping), well, it’s simply the parents’ problem to deal with the sometimes unfortunate side effects of such a booming intellect! I’m sure the benefits of his brilliance will soon make themselves known.
In other news, Grandpa Bobo is much improved, as Eli is good for the heart:
Four generations converge in one Montana kitchen:
And we grab a photo I think I will always cherish, as Eli meets and loves his great-grandma Pat:
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