Each season and with each holiday, we try to find Nathan at least one new book that is representative of what's going on. This year, Katie found the newly released third book in Alice Schertle and Jill McElmurry's Little Blue Truck series called Little Blue Truck's Christmas.
Katie and I haven't started potty training Nathan yet. We were concerned that two years old was too young and he would get frustrated and we would get frustrated and the whole process would be too laborious after that. So we've been holding off until two and a half years old.
Professional photo studio visits are pretty hit or miss with Nathan.
Nathan does not like to have either Katie or I on the other side of a closed door to which he is not meant to have access. So he has no qualms about entering a closed-off room if it means finding one of us.
While Nathan is only a month north of two years old, he has now been alive for three Halloweens and I would like to give you all a recap of his (well, *our*) costuming choices.
Like most toddlers, Nathan doesn't always sleep straight through the night. So, when he does, Katie and I love it all the more.
Nathan, as you know, is two years old and while I readily admit that he is growing up very quickly and he is whip smart and has the timing of a seasoned stand-up comedian, I often feel that I still baby him too much.
One of the toughest things when you first have a kid is trying to figure out a daycare situation especially if both parents are employed full-time. You hear nightmare stories about the fight to get into good daycares or the cost of them. Then you worry about whether or not your kid will adapt well.
Two years ago today, your mom made the brave decision to let doctors take you out of her tummy surgically as you clearly did not want to come out and visit. But at 7:59 p.m., you came out and took your first breaths and cried hysterically.
...because I GOTTA!
Nathan wanted nothing to do with going to bed last night. In fact, he soooo wanted to stay awake that he knew it was in his best interests to avoid me.
Nathan likes to be sung to when we put him to bed. What can I say? He likes the simple things.
Wait, is "ho" a bad word?
Oh was Saturday fun!