Sometimes Nathan is hard to deal with. There are times when I KNOW for a FACT he understands what I’m saying, yet he pretends like he doesn’t. Why does he do that? To test his limits and see how much he can get away with? I’ve got my hands full with this one, I tell …
Nathan has a bad habit of reaching his greedy little hands up onto the kitchen counter, groping for whatever his little fingers can touch. Paul had been cutting limes (fortunately, we keep knives out-of-reach) and Nathan grabbed one of the lime slices and put it in his mouth. “Mmmmm sour,” he said as he sucked …
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“Nathan, does you dump truck belong on the kitchen counter?” I asked Nathan as he rolled his dump truck all along my freshly cleaned, pristine counter. I am now wary of him rolling his toys along surfaces where I put food after the pooping incident we had just the other day. “No?” he said as …
By the way, the other day when I fed Nathan some baked asparagus I made to go along with our lunches, he gingerly picked up one of the asparagus stalks and said, “Tree?” as he popped it into his mouth. “Mmmmm good tree!” he exclaimed as he chewed it. He also does the same thing …
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So this morning, Nathan and I were playing with his firetruck. “Firetrucks are pretty cool, huh?” I said as I rolled the truck around. “Firetruck!” Nathan said as he pointed to his truck. When I started making the siren noises, though, he pointed to me and exclaimed, “FireMOMMY!”