This is a pretty sweet photo set.

This is a pretty sweet photo set.
http://www.retronaut.co/2012/02/skateboarding-new-york-1960s/

Nate, "My pink crayon broke"

Nate, "My pink crayon broke"
(a couple seconds later)
"Mum, this crayon needs to go to heaven."

Sara, "No Nate, crayons don't go to heaven."

Nate is not convinced.

I try to help, "Nate, crayons don't have a spirit."

Nate tries to argue that perhaps this particular crayon had a spirit..

6:00 My alarm goes off.

6:00 My alarm goes off.
6:01 Nate wakes up.
6:06 We both go downstairs. Nate sees the Valentine's Day stuff I have out for Sara and asks about it.
6:07 I explain Valentine's Day to Nate.
6:10 Nate announces he's tired of Valentine's Day.

This morning as I was crouched on the floor trying to get my boots on to go to work, James was happily climbing all...

This morning as I was crouched on the floor trying to get my boots on to go to work, James was happily climbing all over me. Nate, wanting some attention too, grabbed the boot I hadn't put on yet, and ran away with it laughing. I joked around with Nate briefly pretending to be upset and then asked him to bring the boot back, which he did promptly, tossing it to the floor at my feet and on it's side. James, who had been standing holding on to me the whole time jabbering happily, sees the boot, drops quickly down onto all fours, rights the boot so it's standing properly, looks at Nate and gives him a series of deep growls. I have my own body guard!

Last week:

Last week:
Me, "Sara, I love you."
Sara, "I love you, Jon."
Nate excitedly, "I love pizza!"

Last night, Nate wanted to drink from the tap in the bathroom.

Last night, Nate wanted to drink from the tap in the bathroom. He was already tucked in bed and had a full sippy cup, so Sara said no. When she came out of the room and explained the situation (he was quite devastated and still complaining). I let her know that I had promised to let him drink from the tap after he went on the potty, so I went back into his room and let him go get a drink. As we're walking to the tap, Nate says very solemnly, "I don't know why Mom is so mean to me." Oh the indiscernible and systematic injustice that poor child receives...

Taking advantage of the +5 degree weather in February.

Taking advantage of the +5 degree weather in February.

Nate gives himself a haircut.

Nate gives himself a haircut.

Nate drew a picture of himself (without any guidance), but (mistakenly?) made the hair really long. He wanted to give himself a haircut. So, I cut out the picture and let him cut "his" hair.