car trouble

"pop-pets"

someone found his "pop-pets" (pockets) at the zoo last week. look at that swagger, he knows he is cool.

watching ball.

elliot thinks that the large black rectangle in the basement is good for just one thing, sunday afternoon bonding with dad watching "ball".

the team of choice is usually the bears. sometimes the bears don't play so well.

elliot and bear

some of you may remember keith. especially since keith, a colorful and striped long-legged fellow and elliot, similarly attired, went on many adventures which were forever immortalized through the writings of well known author and cinematographer adam dahl. one sad day keith and elliot went separate ways in the airport never to recunite.

we have mourned the loss of keith for many months but are happy to report that there is a new stuffed "person" in elliot's life. bear. aptly named. now if only we could somehow recruit adam dahl to create some new adventures?

 in other news, elliot also enjoys poking the eyes of lemurs.

earning his keep

how to eat a watermelon

elliot, as a general rule, won't eat fresh fruit. who doesn't like fresh fruit? being somewhat in continual disbelief, i am always contriving new ways to trick him into putting just one piece in his mouth because i am convinced that if he eats one piece he will like it (i should not here that even if i am successful once, inevitably he forgets that he ever liked fruit and we start all over again).

a couple of weeks ago i had the bright idea of giving him toothpicks that he could use to stab watermelon. success! sort of. he did ea some watermelon, so i guess that is success. however, his methods were a bit peculiar:

1. pick up watermelon with your fingers.

2. insert toothpick into watermelon.

3. show-off inserted toothpick

4. possibly eat the watermelon or put it back in your bowl for future stabbing. in either case, ham it up for camera.

starting him early

elliot woke up from this nap while i was still cleaning the house the other day so i put him to work! as long as there was plenty of "spray" to rub around he was happy as a clam. i can't say that much actual cleaning was accomplished though, guess i have a ways to go.