He is so strong for such a scrawny little boy. He tries to hold up his head and check out this crazy world. Sometimes when he's ready to eat he gets so excited that he beats me up pretty good with his upper cuts and jabs. Eli likes to hold on to my finger and his grip is astonishing. Even his doctor remarked at his skinny/strong legs. Changing his diaper or clothes is a bit challenging. It seems concerning to have to hold a baby's legs so tightly, but if we don't get a good grip he's likely to jump away and run for the door naked.
When Eli was born one of the first things I noticed about him was this cute little fold on his nose. As he gets older it's less prominant but still when he squishes up his face to cry it makes a long line across his whole face from eye to eye. Then I say "don't be sad little Squints. You won't always look so silly" and he cries some more.
People say babies this young can't smile, or that those expressions are gas or whatever. I agree that Eli isn't smiling at me just yet, but boy, he's certainly smiling at something. He has smirks, huge gummy grins, and soft pleased expressions. He does them when he's awake, asleep, burping, and bathing. I really enjoy his happy little face. Can't get enough of it.
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