Author: molly

Eli turned six months old on September 2, and he is right on schedule! He’s followed up rolling with, well, rolling the other way. He can now sit up (when placed in a sitting position) almost completely unassisted — there are still periodic lurches backward and to the side when he forgets that he’s sitting…

We’re three weeks into the fifth month and it’s becoming all too clear: Eli is a big boy now. It feels like he’s developing his personality at a rocketship pace–and becoming more independent, bossy, and ambitious every second. His little coos and tiny-baby wails have given way to full-on hollers, dolphin-like shrieks, and squeals of…

Ok, I know we reported that Eli rolled over at four weeks, but after that, he got a little lazy. Now, we’re happy to report that he has truly rolled over, for real, under his own power, after weeks of frustrated trying. He now easily goes front to back and is working pretty hard on…

Not much new this week, for my birthday Molly turned Eli into a Simpsons character as pictured above. More to come…

Yes, it’s true, we’ve been MIA in the worst way. Eli has been generally wonderful, though we’ve had a bit of a rough week, as he’s been waking up a lot at night with what seems to be a combination of the four-month growth spurt, a little bit of a cold, and possibly some teething.…

Eli really digs airplanes! Not the car, still. Oh, no, never the car. But he’s very good on the plane, despite the occasional large in-air poop. (Is there some sort of Mile-High Poopers Club?) He slept like … well … a baby, and missed some pretty great scenery: When he was awake, he was a…

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…

We’re writing to you from sunny Portland, Ore., where we’re laid over en route to Montana. (It’s a last-minute trip due to Grandpa Bobo’s clever plan to lure Eli out of California by going to the hospital.) So far, we’ve completed one leg of our very first ever airplane trip with Eli, and at the…

I don’t even have anything to say, here: I know, right? And get this: And then this is just ridiculous. Ridiculous. And it’s all a good thing, too, since Eli is back in growth-spurt mode, which of course involves nonstop eating and snuggling when it just happens to be in the middle of yet another…

Oh, ok, not true. I just needed a reason for this long absence. In week 13, we failed to take many pictures, mostly because Eli was wanting to be held almost always but otherwise unremarkably sweet and adorable, other than his growing hatred for the car. In week 14, that hatred reached almost epic proportions–to…