Whenever I help Eli into his pajama bottoms we both bump heads a time or two as we are simultaneously head-bent watching the pajama-bottom-putting-on-process.
He stands on the changing table and puts his hands on the top of my head while I bounce each foot into the appropriate pajama leg.
It finally occurred to me this was serious business to Eli – hence all the intense supervision I get while dressing him.
Last night, when we both had our heads down studying the process he murmured, “Where Eli’s foot go?”
At that very moment his foot appeared through the red elastic band at the end of his pj-pant-leg at which he immediately shouted with joy: “DERE IT IS!”