Not Once, Not Twice, But Thrice

Life is rough, y'all. I have a multitude of rashes happening. The doctors are nice and baffled. Some say eggzima, some say a virus, some say I just can't keep the drool off my skin. I'm worried it may be all of the above. I have always had some kind of rash on my lower face: you know, my chin, my other chin, my double chin. So, that's just parfer the course. But it's not the main course.

That would be the little spots all over me. They washed over me two weeks Lawree ago. The 'doctor' said it was a virus like in a computer but it never went away and I went back this week and my doc, Dr. Wielder, said it's eggzima, (eggzima, Gross!) but I also have Hand, Foot, Mouth, Hoof, Diaper disease. Strike Two, Nothing ever materialized with that, so I pretty much just have the eggzima, which is better than several virusi.

Dr. Wielder did say eggzima is usually chronic when I'm this young...soooo, I'll be battling it for about a year before we can truly get a handle on it. Awesome right? I'm a hot mess. But, you know me: I'm still very happy-go-lucky and I'll get through this and be as adorable as always. Humble too :). Here's a stupid picture of me with my hair in the tail of a pony. I think I need another haircut. What do you think?

Bunnies, Eggs and Opening Day

Your boy Eli is knocking through his firsts: I had my first Easter, which included my first Easter egg hunt, my first full week with Nana and PaPa, and my first Opening Day. But, before I get to those things I thought I would update you on the happy-haps...In the Tall Man's office pool for his talkie show, I didn't do as good as I would have liked. The team I picked to win it all was Kansas and they lost before getting to the final four. The Tall Man was really happy when that happened, but it made me sad. I didn't come in last though, so that's something. Not bad for a guy that picked using Cheerios and Puffs.

Spring Fever and My First (Solo) Bracket

Welp, I've now made it in the outside world as long as I was in the womb. As of my last doctor visit I am in a much lower percentile in weight and a much higher percentile in length. Also, I'm working on popping out my eighth (!) tooth. And for the first time in my short life, I'm dealing with a fever. The Tall Man says the only prescription is more cowbell, but the nurse says fevers are healthy at my age to chase away the bad stuff. Good thing too, because I have no idea what a cowbell is.

Last March I talked about how the Tall Man was all atwitter about March Madness. This year, I filled out my own bracket (with the help of Cheerios, Puffs and blind luck). I picked Kansas to win it all which I thought was pretty solid...you should have seen the Tall Man blow his top. But now I know why he's insane. Have you seen these games? THEY'RE CRAZY. Even Taller men making baskets, beating buzzers and kissing cheerleaders. I may have to become a basketball player. Wink.

Speaking of becoming things, I am becoming quite the army crawler, puller upper and stander. Mom thinks I am close to actual crawling, but she's been saying that for about a third of my life. Has it really been since New Year's since I've done a blog? Holy cow. I am now at a new Day Care. It's over at Miss Loreez house. I have made an incredible amount of friends. I can't count but there must be a hunred of em. They are very encouraging when I pop a tooth or stand up on my own or make a mess everywhere. I'm usually doing one of the three.  In the looks department, you may notice I am now much sleeker. I got my third (!) haircut recently.

Now that I have myself a nice little routine down, I will definitely try to do this more often, especially after my first Easter. I'm really looking forward to that, because it will be nice to know what Easter means. I hope there are Peeps involved. Eli, out.

New Year, Same Loaded Diaper

Hey Ya'll. It's officially been a year of me bending your ear telling you about my journey into and through this crazy world. Thank you for staying with me through birth, the naming process, rolling over, getting my first haircut and enjoying my first Halloween, Thanksgiving, Yom Kippur, Columbus Day...and I think there's several others that I'm forgetting.

Speaking of which, last week I enjoyed my first Christmas...what a dog-and-pony show that is. I was very fortunate to get toys, clothes, books, but I never get what I really want...real estate (Charlie Brown Christmas shout-out!). Seriously though, the rappeling paper and the boxes are enough for me. Have you seen that stuff, you can tear and rip it and if you get tired, you can just watch it twinkle. It's amazing! So, I must have been on Tall Man Claus' Nice List to get not only that, but such cool items also.

Then we had the festivities yesterday night: I went to bed in 2015 and woke up next year. Well, I woke up several times in between too because Mom, the tall man, Aunt Suz and Grandma were raising hell downstairs. The nerve! I forgave them pretty quickly though.

One thing that will change in 2016 is that I don't get to hang out with the Letter K every day anymore. I thought maybe she was tired of me, but she said I could come back and visit any time. So, once I get a hold of the tall man's keys, I'll cruise on over there. In the meantime, I will now be hanging out with Lori, Man of the House. Word on the street is that there will be other little humans there and I don't know how I feel about that. Hopefully they smell better than the dog...nailed it!

A Goodbye to Grandpa

First of all, sorry I haven't done a blog in a while. We have missed some milestones including my first Hollow ween and Giving Thanks Day. There are some photos included at the bottom of the page of both including me dressed in what's called a costume: I'm dressed like Dad (or Tall Man or Jake(?)) from Planet State Farm. It was a lot of fun. I have included a photo of me hanging out with my cousins Jet and Turbo as well. I also hung out with Nana and PaPa on both occasions and with them last week for a reason that didn't involve a holiday.

It seems my Grandpa Fox has gone to Heaven to see the Tall Man's Mema and Papa so I won't get to see him anymore and that makes me sad. It also makes me sad to see Mom and the tall man so sad...I can tell they loved Grandpa almost as much as they love me. But, I got to see Grandpa a few times before he made the trip and he always made me smile, and I could tell that I made him smile too. He always called me Buddy or Bosco. How rude to call someone by something other than their name.

I always like to look at the positives in life. That's why I was happy to see so many people support the tall man, Aunt Suzy Q and Grandma Fox. At Visiting Time, I got passed around like a hot potato between Grandma's sisters, Grandpa's friends and Nana and PaPa. I got to know a lot of people who I'm sure will be in my life for a long time. The best part is they are full of memories of how great Grandpa was and they can pass those down and his memory can live with me forever. And that makes me feel good.