Squealing, crawling and swimming

This morning, Eli was squealing and crawling all over me -- so happy to be exploring that he kept coming over and climbing on my face and doing his high-pitched squeals. Hysterical! He was in a great mood all day. We went swimming in the afternoon and he just loved it when I would sit him up on the wall and count to 3. The idea is to get him to lean into the water but he would just sit there, getting more and more excited as I counted up to 3. And then he would squeal at 3 and wait for me to grab him and throw him into the water.

It was a fun fun day, but a long one for mama, who is going to bed now. Good night.

Going it alone

Michael is out of town this weekend so I am going it alone with Eli. So far so good... and I did not get a lot of sleep last night. I woke at 2:45 a.m. to be at work at 3:30 a.m. to cover all of the Black Friday madness. It was great to be off work at 11:30 a.m. and know I worked a full shift!

Anyway, when I got home Eli had just woken from a nap so I knew I couldn't rest. Michael took off for the airport and we took the dogs to the track and threw the ball for Wally. (Poor Zula only got a short walk.) When we got back we loaded up the car and went to the gym to go swimming. Eli loves the water so much we stayed in for probably 30 or 40 minutes.

That totally wore him out so he took a great nap and that's when I crashed. We both slept from 3:30 p.m. to 5 p.m. And now it seems he is asleep. Let's hope it is for the night! Good night!

A little fish

Eli is a little fish. I took him swimming for the first time in a LONG time last Monday. Then we went again two days ago. He was in heaven. He splashes, tries to blow bubbles, kicks his feet and laughs and laughs. The first time we went with Stef and Alex. Stef taught me this song:

The grand ol' duke of Earl

He had 100 men

He marched them up the hill

And marched them down again

Cuz when you're up, you're up

And when you're down, you're down

And when you're in the middle...

You're neither up nor down!

You throw the baby up and down with the words to the song, and boy, Eli loves that! (Thanks Stef!)

I am so glad that he likes the water. I was always surprised when I would take him to the pool when he was younger and he hated it. He would last about 8 minutes and start wailing, and continue the wailing through the shower and into the locker room. It was so exhausting to take him swimming that I would need a two-hour nap afterwards... (ok, ok, I am exaggerating.)