Sleeping down under

I'm convinced that this kid's main goal, some days, is to surprise me every chance he gets.  He's never slept half under the bed before, and he hasn't done it since.

Trucky Love

This boy doesn't have Puppy Love, he has Trucky Love.

Kind of OCD-ish cute, if you ask me.

And reminds me of my friend's boy, "I".  Hi "M", you know I'm talking 'bout you!

Have I mentioned how fabulous this child has been lately?  There was an extremely rough patch him and I went through for 2 solid months, where we were both ready to trade each other in.  It wasn't pretty.  It wasn't worth trying to blog about.  It was painful, ugly and felt like it lasted forever.  But, thankfully, we've settled into a groove.  I wish I could type a blog entitled How Kelle Got Her Groove Back, but I have no idea what happened.  All I know is that the good Lord smiled down on our havoc-wreaked household and relationships and we have felt His peace since.

Nathan is a lot of fun to be around.  I hope the pictures of him and I playing with trucks shows how much I truly enjoy playing with him, because I really do.

He has a very soft side.  Lately, he's been saying, "Momma, I done like to go to work.  I like to stay home wif you, and Kaffwin and Bwandon.  I like it when Kaffwin comes home to pway wif me, when she's all done at school.  Are we going to pick her up soon?  How about dis is the pwan, Momma.  How about after we pway wif all these Monster Twucks, we go pick up Kaffwin?  Dat sounds good.  Ok, Bweak!"

That last part is something he's learned from me.  Many times I feel like either a drill sargent or a football coach.  So, after I gather the "troops" or "team", and give them the pwan (plan), I'll have them all put their hands in the middle of our huddle and declare, "Ok, BREAK! Now Go, Go, Go!"

One other thing he's started doing is reciting bad words.  He really likes to point out when the Beast in Beauty and the Beast says, "I look stupid."  Nathan yells across the house, "Momma, he just said the word stoopid and dats not bery nice.  Some uder bad words are Ho-we Cow and Oh my God.  None of dose words are bery nice are they Momma?  Nooooo, they'we not so we don't say Stupid, Ho-we Cow or Oh my God."

Any amount of reciting the "bad words" without using them in context is fun and acceptable for him.

He's polite to me and strangers and loves to gently run his hands through my hair, all the while asking, "Dat feel good Momma?  I wike to touch your hair, it's soft.  I trywing to be bery careful, Momma."

He's started wanting to play and talk gently to Brandon.  Occasionally, I'll walk in the room and Nathan is giving Brandon a side-head-hug with one arm with the other arm gently caressing Brandon's mohawk.  His hugging hand usually lands somewhere on top of Brandon's eye-range while he's talking soft and sweet to his little brother.

I adore this newly-turned 3-year-old and wouldn't trade him for the world.  He is absolutely precious.

Boy in Motion

It's no secret, boys love to move.

There's something about the way they're wired that causes their bodies to keep moving, crashing, hitting, knocking, kicking, climbing, crawling, running.

Nathan is no exception to the rule, he is the poster child for it.  And as I've said before, it's quite fun for me to tap into my inner growl and enjoy all the crashing every now and then.

This day was a day to test how far the SpiderMan Zoom-n-Go truck could travel.  From one end of the dining room, through it, the kitchen and pantry area is a good 30 feet.  Perfect locale to test the truck's abilities.

  

We forgot to take into account sub-par engineering standards because the blasted thing didn't roll straight.

  

It crashed.  That's all that mattered to him.

 

Remnants of a boy being in the area.  Crashed trucks and a chair precariously perched for falling over.

He didn't care one bit that the Zoom-n-Go didn't travel straight, like I did, he was more interested in it crashing into GraveDigger.

Duh, when will I ever get this straight?

 

 

 

Sweet Saturday

Sometimes they play soooooo good together. It's days like today that give me a needed recharge. Kids played well together, lots of laundry got washed and put away, the hall closet got cleaned and the house was "clean."

It is absolutely amazing what she convinces him to do. It won't be long before sitting in a cushy Cinderella chair, propping his feet up and allowing her to groom him will be out of his comfort zone. She enjoys practicing her hair, make-up and teaching skills and for now he just enjoys all the pampering.

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While attempting to get him to outgrow his two naps, this afternoon he was a tad bit on the whiny side. But never fear, Big Sister is here! She wrapped up her painting project, started playing with him and gave me over an hour of uninterrupted, no hassle and no refereeing time to prepare supper. I could hear them over the monitor and all sounded well, so what else is there to do? Why get the camera of course.

How did she get him to be quiet for so long? She managed to convince him to sit still, on top of her pillow, with a blanket over his legs and read books. Only she could do it because you know what would have to freeze over before he'd sit still like that for me. And it lasted for a long time!
At one point I thought to myself, it sounds too good in there, maybe I should go check on them. And quickly it was overruled by, nah, I'm sure what they've done to that room isn't so bad that a little little picking up or cleaning can't fix. Another perfect example of how motherhood has forced me re-prioritize.

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He still asks to drive the lawn mower about 20 times a day and now he's added wanting some keys to go drive it. He sees daddy reaching into his pocket for keys so if there are pockets on them shorts, he's wanting to fill 'em with keys.

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If you have a little boy who loves any and all trucks, Twenty Trucks is a worthwhile investment. It's his new favorite movie and was worth every penny.

The life he loves

What more could this boy ask for: freedom from clothes while reading a truck book.
He is turning into quite the little flirt. Waving and clearly pronouncing bye-bye to ladies older than 30 is usually followed up with blowing kisses. He's also acquired about 5 girlfriends at Katherine's school, who just happen to be teachers.

He gets beside himself excited when we play hide and seek. Finding Mommy today was the ultimate excitement in his life. He is unable to contain his excitement so he squeals, does a hot-potato dance, buries his head in whatever chair/pillow/soft-thing is around, turns around in circles and declares "There she is!" over and over again. He's not that into hiding himself, just finding the hiders.