Oh, Eli

Eli.  What a kid.  Anyone who knows him, knows what I mean.

Eli is 3.  He is smart, and playful, funny, adventurous, (a little naughty), and the kind of boy who, at the end of the day if he's not covered in an inch of grime, must be sick.  He owns several pairs of shoes, but never keeps them on more than 3 minutes at a time, he likes to catch beetles and worms but thinks  butterflies are horrific.  He likes to catch turtles with his daddy, fishes with his net, and builds dirt pile towers.  He loves 'mighty machines' and will walk around with bleeding knees as if he doesn't even notice he's just whipped out.  He always has a knot in his forehead, and dirt in his fingernails.  He's golden brown with bleach blond hair all summer long, and runs around outside in his jammies, just because he doesn't want to waste time getting dressed.  But best of all...he's a bit of a momma's boy.  He's a cuddle machine, gives nose nuzzles and snuggles into the space between my shoulder and chin when he's tired, or just on occasion between his wild adventures.  If he has a bad dream he won't make a sound...just quietly crawl into bed with us and snuggles close.  

He has the sweetest voice you'll ever hear.  He's a little hard to understand sometimes, and thinks grabbing our faces between his hands will help us understand better.  He likes Luke Skywalker, and Captain Hook and LOVES Curious George and thinks Buck Denver is the funniest thing around.  He sings in the car, which could melt the hardest of hearts.  At night before bed you can count on him asking for a story from daddy and I can hear him giggling and squealing from downstairs in the kitchen while he listens to his bedtime adventure.

He looks like his momma, but acts like his daddy.  He is the perfect mix of wild little boy, and loving child.  Another one of a kind, good hearted, little Mize boy.