This Blog May Rot Your Brain!

Sometimes I make Eli cry. I know, I'm really rude. Here is the story of how I made him cry Thursday.

We had been home most of the day, and weren't going to get to see Stewart so I figured we needed to get out of the house. There was a 9/11 concert here on post so I asked Eli if he wanted to go see it. He was watching cartoons and was so torn! He wanted to watch cartoons but he also wanted to go to the concert. He said that we could go to the concert later and I had to explain that we couldn't go later it was starting now and it would be over soon. So I said, "Eli, TV is going to rot your brain." Eli ran out of the room and started crying and holding his head. He was saying stuff like, "is my brain rotten?" and "I don't want my brain to rot." When I tried to get him to come in the room to talk to me he said, "I don't want to see the TV because it will rot my brain."

Ha ha I guess I know how to cure him of his TV addiction. It was so funny. I did feel a little bad because I didn't think that he'd actually understand what I was saying or take it to heart so much.

Another little naughty thing Eli did was last night he painted his arm with fingernail polish. He was supposed to be going to sleep in my bed. We put him to sleep in our room and then move him to the fold out bed in the front room when we are ready to go to bed. Well about an hour after I had put him him bed I heard him in the bathroom washing his hands. I'm sure the panic set in here when the polish wouldn't wash off with soap and water! I went in to check on him and felt his arm that had the nail polish on it. I said, "Eli what did you do?" He immediately stuck his fingers in his ears and started crying. I pulled his fingers out of his ears and asked him why he was doing that and he just kept saying that he needed to plug his ears. Finally he said that he didn't want to hear me yelling.

Since I was laughing at this point I don't know why he was crying and I really try not to yell anyway. I told him not to play with the nail polish and to go to bed. He cried and said, "what if I get distracted and I can't help it!" I guess the nail polish was calling his name and he just had no choice but to paint his arm. I removed the polish from the vicinity and he was able to fall asleep.

When Eli is spazing out and I tell him to calm down he sometimes says "I'm out of control!" He knows his weaknesses and I think that can be a strength!