Monday, June 20, 2011

New toy

Testing blogging from my phone.


Actual Food

This weekend we were trying to get Nate to eat his lunch, but he wasn't interested. Instead he was busy acting out an elaborate portrayal of eating an imaginary ice cream cone, complete with exclamations of how good it tasted.

Me: "Nate, your ice cream cone is imaginary, would you like some actual food? Mum, has some actual food for you."

Nate's face lights up and he looks over to Sara.

Sara lifts up Nate's fork with the same piece of salad on it that has been there for the last ten minutes.

Nate (downcast): "Nate no like actual food."

Tuesday, June 07, 2011

It's all fun and games until someone does a Hitler salute

I need to start this post with a disclaimer: Nate often does strange things for which we can find no explanation.

For example, a couple of months back he used to, on quite regular basis, randomly break from eating his meal and announce, "Nate do this." At which point he would commence to very precisely move his arms up and down opposite of each other. What made the behavior all the more bizarre was that he would do it very ... very ... slowly. As a guest who witnessed this pointed out, "It seems improbable that a two year old would do that." (In particular a very active and enthusiastic two year old.)

Just yesterday we were eating supper and he put his foot up and onto the table so that the tips of his toes were pointed at a grain of rice that had fallen off his plate. When told that feet do not go on the table, he replied that his foot was a bird eating at a bird feeder. With admirable lack of laughter we calmly pointed out that regardless of what he was pretending his foot was, it should not go on the table.

This morning we were calmly eating breakfast, everything normal, when Nate stopped, said, "Mom do this", and proceeded to do what appeared to be a perfect Hitler salute. Naturally, being the good spouse that I am, I began to laugh out loud. Nate joined in the laughter and when the laughter had died down stated matter of factly, "This make Dad happy." Oh oh. I just know this is going to come back to haunt me the next time I'm at the playground and bump into that Dad I really don't know.