Nathan will be three in January. That boy already has his priorities straight.
Most days I’m glad I work close enough to the house that I can run home for lunch. Like today, where the bulk of my lunch hour was watching 2 year-old Nathan run around the couch over and over again whilst repeating (loudly):
Go pussy! Go pussy! Go pussy!
His mom and I tried to play it cool and not crack completely up (his sisters were watching closely). When asked where he heard that, we were told “The Cat in the Hat” (the PBS cartoon).
For what it’s worth, Elle tells us he’s trying to say, “Go Percy!”
ma’boy, all dressed up
I posted this to twitter earlier today:
Just spent 5 minutes wrestling my boy into his sister’s sequined Ariel costume. He looks very pretty.
I should have noted that this was done at his (very insistent) behest. The “wrestling” was because his wiggly arms weren’t finding the sleeves very well.
Photos were requested. Photos are now presented. Someday, he’ll thank me for the proper preservation of history.
Tired Nathan is tired.