I Do It, Mom!

I have told many people that Eli is the easiest two-year-old ever.  That's because he is happy all day, he practically puts himself to bed for naps and bedtime, he says, "Okay, mom!" every time I ask him to do something, he never teases or hits his siblings, he's a great (not picky) eater, and he says the cutest things ever.  No, really. I'm telling the truth.  Easiest two-year-old EVER.

Except, as of  2 1/2 months ago, ALL THAT CHANGED.  Apparently, he had to become a two-and-a-half-year-old before he could turn on the real charm.  I won't go into the nitty gritty about how terrible his two's are, because, well, you probably already know.  He still has his moments though, when I just have to scoop him up and hug him because I love him so much and because he makes me smile.  And laugh. (And groan.  And pull my hair. . . )

So the other day, in all his grown-upness (what? that's a word!), he helped himself to a snack.  I often hear the phrase, "I do it, mom!"  He's getting to be very independent.  He didn't make much of a mess in the kitchen either, surprisingly. 

Yes, that's because all the mess ended up on him.

He is great at cleaning up messes, though.  He helps keep the napkin and paper towel companies in business.  I'm not gonna complain if he's cleaning up his own messes!

This mess wasn't easy.  He really had to work hard.

I'd say he worked at it for five or six minutes.  An eternity for a two-year-old.

And he's done.  Looks much better now.  =)  I love my Eli!!