Life as we know it around here is going to change a lot this year. From Cody (and possibly) Andrew starting in public school, to me possibly going back to work full-time, to....everything else (that I'm not privy to write about right now)...Crazy. Amongst craziness though, there is some form of sanity, I promise. A few days ago, I was at the stove making yogurt. I had just given Nathan and Andrew pieces of apple to keep them occupied (hello, snack time usually means that they aren't acting up too badly so I can get something done).
They were sitting at the table, I had my back turned away from them, when I heard Nathanael burst out into that great two year old laughter. If he hadn't been wearing a diaper, he would've peed his pants - that's how hard he was laughing. Now, I'm trying to do the yogurt and can't turn around to find out what he's laughing about, and hey, if he's laughing, nothing can be that bad. He gets quiet for a minute, and then bursts out laughing again. By this time, I'm curious as to what is making him laugh so hard.
As I slowly turn around, he's laughing again and I see why. Below his chair, sits the dog. He has an apple piece in his hand. He takes a bite from the piece, which he is quiet for and then puts the apple piece down to the dog where she licks it and takes a bite - much to Nathan's glee - which makes him laugh hysterically. Then, he takes a bite. Ewwwwww. Now if he had been my first and only child, I would've been washing his mouth out with Listerine or something. However, I've become more laid back as a parent with three boys...there's not much that grosses me out anymore.
He has finally given up the pacifier as well...when we were visiting at my dad's house this past weekend, he threw his "pappy" at Andrew and lost it. We didn't have a spare, and I refuse to buy any more since I think at 2 years and some change, he really doesn't need them anymore.
So, Nathan has found the batman mask - and since his nickname is "Bug" (see a previous post) - that would make him -------- BATBUG!!!! Tee-hee.
Then he decided to try his hand at the harmonica....no handed....he must have his mother and grandfather's musical abilities....
And of course, this page wouldn't be complete without my poor middle child...Andrew. Actually, no one can ever feel sorry for him.
1 comment:
Great pictures, Michelle.
it's too bad our boys are so far away geographically. They are matched well for age.
I hope you all are doing well. We'll miss the wedding (Act of Congress required to leave town) but my mom will be attending.
Tom and Kathy Sommers
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