My little explorer

Look at those cheeks! I probably give them close to a million kisses a day.

He has some pretty wild hair most of the time.

Buddies!

I took him out to the garden with me one day, and he decided to pick a tomato off of the vine and start eating it. He's a good eater (praise God!!!).

Eli is about 10 1/2 months old now, and two weeks ago he began taking his first steps. It's very exciting to witness when a baby does this for the first time, and to also see the proud look on their face as well. When Eli realized what he had just done he began clapping, which knocked him on his bum. Although, I am very excited for this milestone I also know that Eli is going to be an active boy. Actually, he already is. He fools you with his constant smiles and giggles. "I can't possibly get in trouble as long as I flash these baby blues and charming smile at mommy." As mentioned in the title of this post, I call him my little explorer. Eli is very curious about everything. If he's not clinging to my legs, which he often does, I will find him rummaging through the toy box inspecting each toy that passes his gaze. Very focused, very intent and determined with whatever the task at hand is. His favorite room in the house is the bathroom. I have learned to put the toilet paper up, because if I don't it will be unrolled and shredded. Eli loves, loves, LOVES his bath time. He squeals with delight as I sit him in the tub. My sweet boy is very good at entertaining himself for quite some time, more so than his sister. The second born just adapts to not having constant one on one time. The firstborn must adapt to the same after having experienced constant attention, though. It is interesting how the dynamics evolve as more family members are added.

Speaking of adding more family members, the latest question asked of me lately is whether we are going to have more children. After conversing with Dan on this subject I realize I have a hard road to walk now. You see I have always wanted a somewhat big family. Maybe 4 kids. Dan, on the other hand, does not want anymore...ever. Now don't get me wrong, I completely adore and affectionately love my children. They bring so much light and joy into my life, and I am so incredibly grateful God has allowed me to be their mommy. So what do I do with this dream or desire of mine? If I have this desire for more children (in the future) is it from God or my own selfishness? All I know is that I must pray, not for Dan to change his mind, but for God to change my heart so that I will be full and satisfied with what He has given me.