A Bee House

Our bee house was similar to this one.

"Look! A bee house!"- Eli spotting a little bird feeder out the window of the diner where we were eating lunch today*. What makes this funny, is that it was actually a bird feeder similar to the one that use to hang in our yard. Until it was taken over. By bees. 




*found this post in draft form on my list of blog entries...was originally written months and months ago!

Tony, Tony

Don't mess with this 30 lb 6-year-old, Tony. Just find his stuff. 

Every time Eli loses something, he recites a prayer/poem to St. Anthony, who is apparently the patron saint of lost crap.


Tony, Tony, look around; somethings's lost and must be found.

Only nowadays Eli recites it differently. After hearing my rendition, which has the same wording but is spoken with a New Jersey accent, it now takes on a more severe, almost threatening tone. Like if Tony doesn't find find the lost Star wars figure/video game/missing Lego piece, there will be consequences of the concrete shoe variety.

It also seems to work faster. Coincidence?

Speakin' of Cowboys...

That's what he is.

PS: That is blue cotton candy from yesterday stuck to his face bandage.