
Today I took the kids to our nearby park for a little boot camp. (Eli actually asks for it now!) After a few monster runs, the kids and I went over to the soccer fields. Eli and I kicked the ball around while Maddie played in the grass, walking with 'Mater and chasing after her whiffle balls. After kicking it back and forth with Eli a few times, I was in possession of the ball and Eli ran to one side of the goal.
"E-i is coach. Whoo are soccer player."
This seems to be a new favorite game for him: coach and player. If you are the coach, (I assume) your job is to tell the other person what to do and cheer them on.

Last night when we were walking at the river, Eli told me he wanted to mow when he got home. I told him that Mommy needed to mow this weekend.
"E-i help, pweeeeeese! Whoo not mow when E-i nappin'. Whoo wait for me."
He repeated that last part about not mowing during his nap several times. Obviously he remembers a few weeks back when Lehr mowed while Eli slept.
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