I created an email address for Elijah.  And here’s where it gets weird…I’ve been emailing him.  I want to email him while things are fresh in my mind.  I’ve told him about his birth, his doctor visits (and how much he’s grown!), the cool/funny/new things he’s doing, etc.  Sometimes I attach pictures.

I haven’t decided when I’ll tell him about it.  Maybe when he’s 18, or getting married, or when the inbox fills up, or when he has his own baby.  Who knows?  But how cool will it be for him to go back in time and read my notes to him?

If anybody wants to send him an email, his address is:

elijah.b.ingram@gmail.com

I promise I won’t read them! 

(P.S.  How funny is this picture?  It’s part of a photo shoot that Ma and I did at her house.  You can’t see it in this one, but I totally have a sequence of pictures just like this but with a little stream of pee soaking the entire bookshelf.  Hmmm…that seems like email material!)

I’m amazed when I watch Elijah figure stuff out.  This week he has started moving towards touching objects instead of just looking at them.  He’ll grab the links on his play mat and hold on for dear life.  And tonight before his bath, he noticed the plastic loops on his rattle for the first time and played with them for about 30 minutes.  He still balls his hands up in fists for the most part, but it won’t be much longer before those little hands are shoving everything they touch into his mouth!!

And by all boy, I mean nothing but gas.  Seriously.  I don’t think any other human has the amount of gas that this kid has in him.  Luckily, it doesn’t seem to bother him much.  But so that it stays that way, we’re on the floor working that gas out at least two or three times.

You guys know about me and poop jokes, right?  Well, much to my surprise, it turns out that baby farts never get old.  I laugh every.single.time.

Elijah spends about…oh, I dunno…98% of his day sucking on his fist.  He’s officially obsessed!

He has enough for a family of four…at least. 

Ahem, to somebody whose name rhymes with Rave…  I know this is a bit blurry.  I forgot to put the flash up and he smiled just this once and didn’t do it again.  

Oh, and as a side note since I’m on a roll regarding what Elijah loves.  You know what he doesn’t love?  Naps.  Ugh.

Kisses from Mama!

This pic totally reminds me of one of those Amazon Kindle commercials where the lady is laying down, but they make it look like she’s moving.  Do you know what I’m talking about?  Anyhoo, this is his runaway scene.

Hi.

We love to chat during the days.  He gives me the best facial expressions, I tell him stories, and we laugh together.  Here are a few of the great faces he gives me:

(Look at those chins!)