When I get older

Eli likes to talk about getting older and all of the things he will be able to do when he gets older.

Today he said he wanted to drive the car home (from the store, where we got a bassinet). I told him he could drive as soon as he got a driver's license. Eli said when he got older he would drive. Then I asked him what else he would do when he got older.

He thought about it for a second, and said, "Cook. Drink beer. Drink coffee."

Don't cry over spilt ...beer?

Eli loves his Daddy's beer bottles. He loves to hold them and try to drink out of them. He must like the coldness or the smoothness of the glass. For whatever reason, ever since he was a wee-tot, he would point at Daddy's beer bottle and get a huge kick out of holding it. It wasn't until last night, however, that we realized that he understands the preciousness of the liquid inside.

Michael and Eli were playing with a huge rubber ball in the backyard. Michael was throwing it on top of our garage roof and letting it bounce around all over the yard. Eli was laughing and laughing.... until the ball bounced on the table and knocked Daddy's beer over. The beer spilled across the table and onto the floor and fizzed everywhere. And Eli just started bawling. In fact, I was in the kitchen and I thought that he had just gotten hit in the face with the ball.