#little!edrabbles

[kiankiwi]

I haven’t been writing for a couple days but Icant stop imaging little!e running into your room begging to go see if Santa came first him!!!

@mooodyblue

[kiankiwi]

here comes some conceptd

imagine baby e just trying to get out of his crib, like baby just climbs until he gets out and inmediatamente starts to crawl/stumble around until we find him. or baby getting out of the playpen and going to the kitchen, maybe he gets messy bc like he found something like honey or nutella, etc.

and when we get home baby is just with his diaper and eating something with his hands lol but when little e sees us he gets so happy

You knew something was wrong as soon as you came back from greeting fans at the gate and getting the mail... When you left you had put Elvis in his giant playpen so that he'd be occupied and safe while you went down to get the mail but now he was nowhere to be found. Oh no, this is bad. You tune your ears to try to figure out where he is. "Elvis? Baby, where'd you go?" You're searching the living room to see if he's hiding and starting a game of impromptu hide and seek. But you finally know where he is when you hear something dropping on the floor and a very quiet "Uh oh!" You peek into the kitchen to find Elvis sitting on the floor in the kitchen in just a t-shirt and he has his hands stuck in a big jar of nutella for breakfast. "Oh jeez, El. Baby, why?" You ask. Elvis squeaks when he notices you and turns giving you the biggest goofiest smile. As if to say, 'Nothing is wrong here, mama, I swear I wasn't getting into anything'. You lean your head back to the ceiling, taking a deep breath trying to figure out what to do.

First things first, get the nutella away from him. You take the nutella from him and when you grab it, he tightens his hold on it not wanting you to take it away from him and whines at you. "No baby, that's enough okay? You know you shouldn't have gotten out of your playpen. Now you're a mess!" Elvis whines and looks down at his messy hands, refusing to meet your eyes.

You set the nutella jar high on the counter so he can't reach it again and wet a washcloth from the linen closet and attacking Elvis's hands and face with it. He dares to groan at you and attempt to wiggle away from you. "No, no, you did this to yourself, bud."

You eventually get him cleaned up and pick him up, taking him back to the playpen, and setting him in it. "Ten minutes time out bud and then all is good okay? I gotta clean up the kitchen now okay?" Elvis pouts at you but amazingly lets you leave the room, watching you as you walk away.

Just as you're finishing cleaning up his mess and all the nutella, you hear Elvis whining for you and slamming his open palms on the carpet to get your attention. "Hold on, baby, I'm still here. You still have five minutes." You come back into the living room and sit at the white couch with a book, refusing to look at Elvis until he's at least don with timeout to remind him he's there for a reason. Elvis quiets down, just happy you're there where he can see you.

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I hope this was okay <3

[kiankiwi]

Imagine you just watching little E go through all the packages of toys and things the fans send to him. It's like Christmas morning lol.

Jerry and you collect it all once he gets done with all of his shows for a while and you collect it while he’s sleeping and it’s all in a huge pile of presents once he wakes up and absolutely loses it and he takes all day playing with all of them and opening all the gifts

[kiankiwi]

Poor baby. He probably ends up needing more diaper changes than usual that day since he keeps getting really upset and going potty when Mama can't figure out what he wants right away.

We just start listing stuff once we get him to calm down a little bit. “Potty?” Shakes his head. And you can see when he goes potty you just needed to make sure. You point to his belly. “Hungry?” He hiccups, shaking his head. You put your hand in his hair and stroke his hair the way you do when you’re getting him ready for bed. “Sleepy? Wanna go night-night?” He thinks for a minute and for a second you think you got it and yes he’d like a nap but that’s not what’s bothering him rn. He hiccups again. “You feel icky?” You ask, bouncing him a little which pisses him off bc he hurts but in his chest. “Wait, wait y/n hold on.” Elvis looks to him like “what are we waiting for?” And Lamar just starts patting his back with a little bit of force and you both just look to se if anything changes. A few minutes go by and a mighty burp comes up out of E and he immediately sighs and puts his head on your shoulder. “There we go buddy, good job.” Lamar says, happy that he solved the puzzle. “Yay,” you smile. “Lamar saved the day!”

[kiankiwi]

i feel that baby e is kinda bratty but also cuddly. like if we leave him in the play pen he will try to get out and if he can't, he cries, but if he does imagine him just crawling to us and making grabby hands because he wants to be picked up

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He definitely wants what he wants IMMEDIATELY and uses his temper and his puppy dog eyes to his advantage! Lol he knows we put him in places to keep him safe but sometimes he doesn’t care so he uses his size to his advantage and escapes and were just like “how did you-“ that attitude of “I get what I want cause I’m elvis” doesn’t change much no matter what headspace he’s in hence the bratty attitude