As if you can't tell by now, if it's even a little bit warm, Nathan and I are most likely hanging out at the playground. Here are a few playground pictures from the past couple of days. Uncle Joe complains about posts that don't tell stories about Nate's day, but since he'll be having the satisfaction of seeing Nathan in person I don't think he'll mind this time. But when we get home I better be back to writing long stories with lots of pictures. Everyone's a critic.
There, I think that's enough sliding pictures to make the title fit. It's late and I'm tired of thinking.
When he wears this hat it really shows of his lopsided hairdo. It should be taken care of while we're in San Antonio. I have tasked Uncle Joe with that job.
Flying with the geese again.
Contemplating the meaning of life.
Or maybe just tired.
Caught rock-handed.
A little three year old girl was standing beside Nathan as he was getting ready to throw rocks and I yelled over to him "Don't throw rocks!" The little girl thought I was yelling at her and she yelled back, "I'm not!" Her mother and I both started laughing so, of course, Nathan thought that was the correct response. Even here, caught on camera with rocks flinging from his palm, his response was "I not."
Nathan gets a little more nerve with each visit to the playground. He doesn't normally like climbing on spaced out bars like this (Mace used to freak out about stairs with no backs so Nathan's fear is totally normal), but he's overcoming his fear a little more with each visit.
I couldn't resist this photo opportunity. It cracks me up.
There, I think that's enough sliding pictures to make the title fit. It's late and I'm tired of thinking.
When he wears this hat it really shows of his lopsided hairdo. It should be taken care of while we're in San Antonio. I have tasked Uncle Joe with that job.
Contemplating the meaning of life.
Or maybe just tired.
Caught rock-handed.
A little three year old girl was standing beside Nathan as he was getting ready to throw rocks and I yelled over to him "Don't throw rocks!" The little girl thought I was yelling at her and she yelled back, "I'm not!" Her mother and I both started laughing so, of course, Nathan thought that was the correct response. Even here, caught on camera with rocks flinging from his palm, his response was "I not."
Nathan gets a little more nerve with each visit to the playground. He doesn't normally like climbing on spaced out bars like this (Mace used to freak out about stairs with no backs so Nathan's fear is totally normal), but he's overcoming his fear a little more with each visit.
I couldn't resist this photo opportunity. It cracks me up.
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