Love as a Full-Contact Sport

Eli has taken to greeting me in the morning and when I get home from work by running straight at me and throwing his arms around my legs, letting his huge toddler head ram into me.

The top of his head is level with my belt.



  1. on January 17, 2006 at 1:29 pm | Permalink

    Eli apparently wants to ensure there will be no siblings.

  2. on January 17, 2006 at 9:49 pm | Permalink


  3. anonymous
    on January 17, 2006 at 10:48 pm | Permalink

    Eli is merely following in the footsteps of his father and uncle, who customarily, when about that age, delighted in standing in my lap and stomping around with obvious abandon but a questionable amount of aimlessness–at least from my perspective.