First Friday and Fair Fun

Nathan had a busy weekend. He kicked it off on Friday evening by going to Daddy's squadron for First Friday. It was a week early because of the holiday next week. Nathan loves hanging out at the squadron. He always makes his way to the squadron bar to shoot some hoops before he can do anything else.

Nathan says those are Daddy's B-1's. He wanted to go out there and see them so bad, but Daddy told him that they are being fixed. All Nathan has been talking about ever since Friday night is, "Those guys fixed Daddy's B-1's. Now Daddy can fly them in the sky. They go fasssssssttttt!"
He had a great time jumping in the bouncy house with the other kids.
It was almost impossible to get him to leave.

Then on Saturday we checked out the fair. Nathan rode on the merry-go-round.

Then he saw this Lucky Duck game that he recognized from the duck race we went to last month. He yelled, "I can do this! I can do this!" and ran up and started grabbing ducks, so Steve whipped out some cash.
Nathan won this sword. In his mind, it doubles as an airplane. Actually, everything doubles as an airplane in his mind.
Then it was off to get some food. Nathan and I shared some curly fries.
I don't know which he liked better, the fries or the ketchup.

First Friday and Fair Fun

Nathan had a busy weekend. He kicked it off on Friday evening by going to Daddy's squadron for First Friday. It was a week early because of the holiday next week. Nathan loves hanging out at the squadron. He always makes his way to the squadron bar to shoot some hoops before he can do anything else.

Nathan says those are Daddy's B-1's. He wanted to go out there and see them so bad, but Daddy told him that they are being fixed. All Nathan has been talking about ever since Friday night is, "Those guys fixed Daddy's B-1's. Now Daddy can fly them in the sky. They go fasssssssttttt!"
He had a great time jumping in the bouncy house with the other kids.
It was almost impossible to get him to leave.

Then on Saturday we checked out the fair. Nathan rode on the merry-go-round.

Then he saw this Lucky Duck game that he recognized from the duck race we went to last month. He yelled, "I can do this! I can do this!" and ran up and started grabbing ducks, so Steve whipped out some cash.
Nathan won this sword. In his mind, it doubles as an airplane. Actually, everything doubles as an airplane in his mind.
Then it was off to get some food. Nathan and I shared some curly fries.
I don't know which he liked better, the fries or the ketchup.

Baby Stories

Nathan has finally stopped getting mad and refusing to believe that there is a baby in my belly. He has since started making up his own baby stories. If I can have a baby in my belly, then why can't there be a baby hiding under his pillow, stuffed under the couch cushion, or under the table. That's right. He tells me there's a baby hiding just about everywhere. It's pretty funny. He'll even mention that there is a baby in my tummy now, but he refuses to call her by name. We're making some progress. Baby steps, I guess.

Steve and Nathan and I were sitting around the table eating cupcakes one night. On a shelf near the table, we have a picture of Steve and me at the squadron party at Mount Rushmore several months ago. A pre-pregnancy picture. Nathan was studying the picture and finally said, "Not Mommy have a tummy there." Then he turned to me and stared at my gigantic belly for a minute. Daddy responded with, "Maybe Mommy should lay off the cupcakes." So for those of you who can't believe that I'm huge this time around, take Nathan's word for it.

Nathan is old enough to ask for food at the grocery store now. He saw these "montey tuptates" (monkey cupcakes) that he just had to have.
Nathan ran up to me and gave me hug. I told him he smelled like cupcakes. He told me, "No I don't. Daddy washed me." Then he started feeling the dried frosting all over his face and said, "I have whisters."

Baby Stories

Nathan has finally stopped getting mad and refusing to believe that there is a baby in my belly. He has since started making up his own baby stories. If I can have a baby in my belly, then why can't there be a baby hiding under his pillow, stuffed under the couch cushion, or under the table. That's right. He tells me there's a baby hiding just about everywhere. It's pretty funny. He'll even mention that there is a baby in my tummy now, but he refuses to call her by name. We're making some progress. Baby steps, I guess.

Steve and Nathan and I were sitting around the table eating cupcakes one night. On a shelf near the table, we have a picture of Steve and me at the squadron party at Mount Rushmore several months ago. A pre-pregnancy picture. Nathan was studying the picture and finally said, "Not Mommy have a tummy there." Then he turned to me and stared at my gigantic belly for a minute. Daddy responded with, "Maybe Mommy should lay off the cupcakes." So for those of you who can't believe that I'm huge this time around, take Nathan's word for it.

Nathan is old enough to ask for food at the grocery store now. He saw these "montey tuptates" (monkey cupcakes) that he just had to have.
Nathan ran up to me and gave me hug. I told him he smelled like cupcakes. He told me, "No I don't. Daddy washed me." Then he started feeling the dried frosting all over his face and said, "I have whisters."

Bathin' Nathan

Steve left to "go fly airplanes" this morning. Nathan is totally fine with Steve flying airplanes, but when I ask him if I can go fly airplanes, he immediately tells me no. He tells me, "Mommy stay home with Nathan." I asked him why I had to stay home and his response was, "Mommy has to clean." Ugh.

I took a break from all my cleaning and took Nathan to the playground. He had a good time.

He was filthy, of course. I gave him a bath when we got home, thinking he was going to take a nap. He was almost asleep on the drive home, but I didn't want him getting in bed all dirty. He got out of the tub and got dressed and I thought we were going to go straight to bed. Obviously, I was wrong. I was in another room when I heard squealing and laughing coming from the bathroom. I went back in and found a fully clothed little boy playing in the water as it finished draining.

The fun never ends around here.

Bathin' Nathan

Steve left to "go fly airplanes" this morning. Nathan is totally fine with Steve flying airplanes, but when I ask him if I can go fly airplanes, he immediately tells me no. He tells me, "Mommy stay home with Nathan." I asked him why I had to stay home and his response was, "Mommy has to clean." Ugh.

I took a break from all my cleaning and took Nathan to the playground. He had a good time.

He was filthy, of course. I gave him a bath when we got home, thinking he was going to take a nap. He was almost asleep on the drive home, but I didn't want him getting in bed all dirty. He got out of the tub and got dressed and I thought we were going to go straight to bed. Obviously, I was wrong. I was in another room when I heard squealing and laughing coming from the bathroom. I went back in and found a fully clothed little boy playing in the water as it finished draining.

The fun never ends around here.

26 Weeks and Counting

I had my 26 week checkup this morning. Everything is going fine, except for the fact that my entire body aches and I'm gigantic and miserable. I used to try to get sympathy from Steve and Nathan, but after 26 weeks I've learned that it's useless. This is a typical conversation.

Me: My lower back hurts.

Steve: My back hurts too. It's really bad. I think I need a massage.

Me: My hips are achy.

Steve: My hip hurts, too. I think I did something to it during my workout.

Me: My uterus hurts.

Steve: I have a really bad canker sore. I'm serious, it's really bad. Look at it.

I really, really wish I could say just joking or that I'm exaggerating even just a little bit, especially on the canker sore comment, but I can't. Steve honestly believes that his canker sore discomfort can be compared to the discomfort that comes with growing a human. If I mention anything about any kind of discomfort, I hear about how much pain Steve is in and then he throws in that his toe that he broke last year still bothers him, too. If I tell Nathan that I don't feel well, he just yells at me.

I can't post without putting pictures of Nathan on here. Here he is posing next to his wall art. It was one of those days. Notice his wet shirt. That's from sucking his CapriSun up the straw then letting it dribble out of his mouth... and then acting like it was an accident.
I asked him what Daddy is going to say when he sees the chalk on the wall. He told me, "Daddy's going to get mad! Ha, ha, ha!"

26 Weeks and Counting

I had my 26 week checkup this morning. Everything is going fine, except for the fact that my entire body aches and I'm gigantic and miserable. I used to try to get sympathy from Steve and Nathan, but after 26 weeks I've learned that it's useless. This is a typical conversation.

Me: My lower back hurts.

Steve: My back hurts too. It's really bad. I think I need a massage.

Me: My hips are achy.

Steve: My hip hurts, too. I think I did something to it during my workout.

Me: My uterus hurts.

Steve: I have a really bad canker sore. I'm serious, it's really bad. Look at it.

I really, really wish I could say just joking or that I'm exaggerating even just a little bit, especially on the canker sore comment, but I can't. Steve honestly believes that his canker sore discomfort can be compared to the discomfort that comes with growing a human. If I mention anything about any kind of discomfort, I hear about how much pain Steve is in and then he throws in that his toe that he broke last year still bothers him, too. If I tell Nathan that I don't feel well, he just yells at me.

I can't post without putting pictures of Nathan on here. Here he is posing next to his wall art. It was one of those days. Notice his wet shirt. That's from sucking his CapriSun up the straw then letting it dribble out of his mouth... and then acting like it was an accident.
I asked him what Daddy is going to say when he sees the chalk on the wall. He told me, "Daddy's going to get mad! Ha, ha, ha!"

Not Again...

Nathan went outside to color on the driveway today.
This is what coloring on the driveway turned into.






Despite his awful faces, he loves running through the water.

I wish he could stay two years old forever.

Not Again...

Nathan went outside to color on the driveway today.
This is what coloring on the driveway turned into.






Despite his awful faces, he loves running through the water.

I wish he could stay two years old forever.