Mullet Mutation

I took Nathan to get another dreaded haircut this week. Key word being dreaded. Nathan never throws serious fits ever, but take him to get his hair cut and it's a whole different story. I don't know what it is about getting his hair cut, but he hates it. He acts like the hairdresser is trying to cut his head off. He accepted the first couple of snips without a problem, then the next thing we saw was Nathan in a fit of rage. He was sitting on my lap and squirming around and trying to get down. He got down and looked up to me and said, "Up...move." He was ready to go. I told him he had to finish his haircut, so at that point he was like, "forget you, Mom" and took off running towards the door. He was leaving with or without me...if he could have gotten the door open. I packed all the usual snacks and treats that usually get us through a full haircut, but it just wasn't happening that day. He even refused his Dr. Pepper because he realized that every time he took a sip, the hairdresser took a snip. I gave up the fight and we left with a half a haircut.

Here is his "good" side. She did the best she could with what she was working with.
And here is the shaggy Nate we're all used to.

This is a mutant form of the mullet. It's business on the left and party on the right.

It looks like PawPaw is the only one with the magic touch when it comes to Nathan behaving during haircuts. Nathan is going to sport this half cut until PawPaw comes up to visit.

Mullet Mutation

I took Nathan to get another dreaded haircut this week. Key word being dreaded. Nathan never throws serious fits ever, but take him to get his hair cut and it's a whole different story. I don't know what it is about getting his hair cut, but he hates it. He acts like the hairdresser is trying to cut his head off. He accepted the first couple of snips without a problem, then the next thing we saw was Nathan in a fit of rage. He was sitting on my lap and squirming around and trying to get down. He got down and looked up to me and said, "Up...move." He was ready to go. I told him he had to finish his haircut, so at that point he was like, "forget you, Mom" and took off running towards the door. He was leaving with or without me...if he could have gotten the door open. I packed all the usual snacks and treats that usually get us through a full haircut, but it just wasn't happening that day. He even refused his Dr. Pepper because he realized that every time he took a sip, the hairdresser took a snip. I gave up the fight and we left with a half a haircut.

Here is his "good" side. She did the best she could with what she was working with.
And here is the shaggy Nate we're all used to.

This is a mutant form of the mullet. It's business on the left and party on the right.

It looks like PawPaw is the only one with the magic touch when it comes to Nathan behaving during haircuts. Nathan is going to sport this half cut until PawPaw comes up to visit.

Bathroom Humor

Nathan was especially playful in the tub last night. He was full of grins and giggles. I must have used extra Gerber Grins and Giggles soap on him. He was a complete show off. And it didn't stop in the tub. He was a complete show off when he went streaking through the house playfully to avoid putting his "night-nights" on, too. He usually can't wait to put his "night-nights" on, and asks to wear them at least once during each day.
This was Nate's (and Steve's) reaction after a bunch of mysterious bubbles shot up from underneath him. Hmmm, I wonder where those bubbles came from... 
Discussing the bubble occurrence with Steve.
More laughter over the bubbles. It doesn't take a whole lot to make us laugh.
Bathtub swimming...preparing for his swimming lessons that start next week.
This is the same face Lady makes when she swims.
He's started this new game. It involves wadding the wash rag up into a tight ball, dipping it in the water, then slinging it at me.
This is his reaction when I do the same thing back to him.
"Mom, you're not putting these pics on the blog, are you?"

A Happy Belated Birthday wish goes out to Oma and PawPaw! Hope you enjoyed you chats with Nathan this week!

Bathroom Humor

Nathan was especially playful in the tub last night. He was full of grins and giggles. I must have used extra Gerber Grins and Giggles soap on him. He was a complete show off. And it didn't stop in the tub. He was a complete show off when he went streaking through the house playfully to avoid putting his "night-nights" on, too. He usually can't wait to put his "night-nights" on, and asks to wear them at least once during each day.
This was Nate's (and Steve's) reaction after a bunch of mysterious bubbles shot up from underneath him. Hmmm, I wonder where those bubbles came from... 
Discussing the bubble occurrence with Steve.
More laughter over the bubbles. It doesn't take a whole lot to make us laugh.
Bathtub swimming...preparing for his swimming lessons that start next week.
This is the same face Lady makes when she swims.
He's started this new game. It involves wadding the wash rag up into a tight ball, dipping it in the water, then slinging it at me.
This is his reaction when I do the same thing back to him.
"Mom, you're not putting these pics on the blog, are you?"

A Happy Belated Birthday wish goes out to Oma and PawPaw! Hope you enjoyed you chats with Nathan this week!

Once You Pop, You Can't Stop

One morning I sat on the couch and ate my breakfast, which consisted of Pringles. I sat the chips down and left the room for something and came out to find Nathan chowing down on a fistful of chips.
What?

So apparently, I didn't learn my lesson from the first occurrence. I was enjoying some Pringles for lunch the next day and, again, left the room for a minute just to come back to find Nathan nestled into my couch corner, shoveling more Pringles into his mouth while enjoying Sesame Street. 
It's sad, but he probably learned this eating style while watching me eat.
Nathan and I took a walk down to 5th St. today. He called all the shots. When we made it to 5th, he stopped and pointed behind him and said, "this way" so we turned around and walked home. On the way home, he kept saying, "we're home...almost." Some of our other conversation consisted of Nathan pointing out dog poop in people's yards. Then he mentioned to me that, "Daddy poo-poos, too." His newest thing is to throw a "too" on the end of a sentence. Then he proceeded to tell me a whole list of other people who poo-poo. I love this age.
Doesn't this picture make you want to give him a big hug and never let him go? It does me.
We came home and played inside for little while. Then Nathan went right down for a nap without any complaints. Thirty-five minutes of nonstop walking is tiring for a 22 month old.

Once You Pop, You Can't Stop

One morning I sat on the couch and ate my breakfast, which consisted of Pringles. I sat the chips down and left the room for something and came out to find Nathan chowing down on a fistful of chips.
What?

So apparently, I didn't learn my lesson from the first occurrence. I was enjoying some Pringles for lunch the next day and, again, left the room for a minute just to come back to find Nathan nestled into my couch corner, shoveling more Pringles into his mouth while enjoying Sesame Street. 
It's sad, but he probably learned this eating style while watching me eat.
Nathan and I took a walk down to 5th St. today. He called all the shots. When we made it to 5th, he stopped and pointed behind him and said, "this way" so we turned around and walked home. On the way home, he kept saying, "we're home...almost." Some of our other conversation consisted of Nathan pointing out dog poop in people's yards. Then he mentioned to me that, "Daddy poo-poos, too." His newest thing is to throw a "too" on the end of a sentence. Then he proceeded to tell me a whole list of other people who poo-poo. I love this age.
Doesn't this picture make you want to give him a big hug and never let him go? It does me.
We came home and played inside for little while. Then Nathan went right down for a nap without any complaints. Thirty-five minutes of nonstop walking is tiring for a 22 month old.

Dinosaur Park

Nathan and I spent the entire day together, just hanging out. Steve is night flying so he won't get home until midnight or later. When Steve left this morning, I told Nathan that Daddy was going to go fly an airplane, but Mommy was going to stay home with Nathan. Nathan didn't forget, he reminded me several times today that "Daddy fying. Mommy home." Nathan and I took a walk down the block and played outside for a little while. It's pretty cold here, but I was going to go crazy if I had to stay cooped up indoors one more day. I'm sure Nathan felt the same way.

This hat was one of the best purchases Grandma and Grandpa (Lady and PawPaw) ever made. 
Nathan gets lots of attention when he wears this hat. 

We went to Panchero's for a late lunch/early dinner. The plan was to eat then go cross some things off of our "to do" list. While we were eating, I made the mistake of pointing out the dinosaur (Dinosaur Park) on top of the hill that was in view from the restaurant window. Nathan thought that there was no time to waste, we needed to go see that dinosaur right away. Needless to say, we went straight to Dinosaur Park.
Again, in his awesome hat.
Letting him climb up and down the steps by himself in hopes of wearing him out. No such luck.
Climbing on the dinosaurs. 
Taking in the view of Rapid City. Nothing special.

We went to the animal shelter on Saturday, but everyone in Rapid City had the same idea we had. Let me rephrase that, everyone who was sick and smelled like cigarette smoke with children with rivers of snot on their faces was at the animal shelter. We opted to put Nathan's health first and leave and take our chances with Ichi being adopted by someone else. It wasn't even my idea to leave, it was Steve's...if that tells you how bad it was. We went back today to drop off our old towels and blankets and we checked in on Ichi. He was waiting for his new owners to pick him up. From the first day Nathan met Ichi, he's been saying, "Bye-bye, Eee-eee" when we drive near the animal shelter. We'll keep looking for Nathan's future best friend.