I'm just starting to learn the concept of the practical joke. This evening, I called Daddy into the bathroom while I was taking a bath:

Me: Daddy, do you want to play a game?
Daddy: What game?
Me: It's called "Get Wet" (splashes Daddy)

What a sucker.

Love,
Eli

PS: Thanksgiving pictures will be a little late this year. Daddy left his camera at Grandpa's house. It's no coincidence that he fell hard for my prank.

The word of the day is "blocks." As the weather has gotten colder, I've turned my attention to my most recent pursuit: architecture. I find that my designs have maximum effect when I place them in a location so as to cause maximum inconvenience to other occupants of the house. This way, my art cannot be ignored!


This is the basic McMansion With Yacht model.


This is my new urbanist community, complete with rapid transit access. (Only available on the Island of Sodor.)


My constructions were getting so elaborate that I needed to hire a partner to help out.

Now Mommy's caught block fever as well. She spent the last few weeks in the garage drilling holes in glass blocks, stuffing lights in them, and tying ribbons around them. Then she dragged me out on a cold day to sell them:

It was a light day for block sales, but several people tried to purchase me. Go figure.

Later that week, I was somewhat disturbed to discover that a local restuarant had stolen some of mommy's glass blocks to use as windows. My exact words were, "What are those glass block lamps doing in that wall?"

In all seriousness, the blocks make great gifts... for the loved one who has everything. Place your orders at blockheadlights@gmail.com! I was not paid for this shameless plug!

Time for the annual Halloween recap. I was an orange blob this year:

I found that I bagged a lot more loot when I impersonated a pumpkin who is also a big Gene Simmons fan.

Trick-or-treating was fun, but the highlight was costume day at preschool:

I took the award for "Most Orange Costume"...

I didn't quite understand mommy and daddy's costume, but apparently something bad just happened to the people they went as. That doesn't bode well for mommy and daddy:

I think the guy on the left is now known as Fed-Ex...

In other news, daddy's been playing this awesome game with me. He hides words around the house, and I have to find them and read them. If I can read them all, I get a star. Five stars and I get to purchase the adult magazine of my choice. Or a book from the kids' section of Barnes and Noble. One of those, I forget.

Here's me with one of my hauls of words:

As you can tell, my vocabulary is expanding exponentially. I've got the pirate arrrrrr sound down pat.