eight months

Little Eli "Bear Lips"

Looking like a little bear standing in a salmon stream just waiting for a fish to jump into your mouth.

You crawled into our lives eight months ago, and now you are crawling into our cupboards, under our furniture, and anywhere else you can fit. 

Then you get stuck and you get so mad.

But there are lots of pairs of loving arms to help you out, 

lots of ears to listen to the sweet music of your first words...dada...mama...hey. 

 

It's no surprise by now that we love you.

You fit right in with all our crazy...your sleep-deprived ma and pa, 

your almost-three-year old sister/aspiring dentist

 Like peanut butter & jellyfish sandwiches, some things were just meant to be.