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For this child, I have prayed. (Samuel 1:27)

Blues Boobs and other updates

Finally it seems like the new job craziness is settling down.  Next week I have a super-long faculty meeting on one of my off/catch-up days, so it may throw the equilibrium off yet again.  I don’t want to think about that right now. I want to update instead.

Nathan is growing up SO fast. terrible twos is in full swing and potty training is more or less a game of luck. He now screams, “NO!” when he’s tantruming and so I’m finding myself having to put him in time out. He also throws things now, and can pack quite a punch, and so the child ends up in time out again.  He rarely has tantrums on my off days. Instead, it seems like he saves it all for the evenings after I get through working, mainly because he skips his naps there and is beyond exhausted when we get home.

Potty training…lord help us. The boy will actually ask to go potty on the big potty and will sit down on the mini-potty chair on his own accord to tinkle.  So this is really awesome.  On the other hand, his seemingly endless bladder also lets loose just about anywhere else. He also left a little Stinky Delight under our dining room table.  All of this makes me wonder if he is truly ready for potty training or not.  In general, he tends to be a tad behind when it comes to physical development.  Knowing him, he likes to master the concept 110% before he fully embraces a new idea.

Nathan is adorable with talking lately.  When we play together, he likes to say “Otaaaaay.”  For example,

Me: Nathan, do you want to play a game of cars and trucks?

Nathan: yes (smiles)

Me: (I narrate what the cars/trucks do) The big green car goes VRROOOOM and falls into the bath water!

Nathan: Otaaaaay…..(knocks said car into the water).

We also like to sing and sign our own version of “Blues Clues” song. We just sing/sign, “Blues clues! Blues clues! We need to find some Blues clues!”  Mr. Nathan, however, gets a little tongue tied on the similarly sounding words. So instead he sings (at the top of his lungs):

A-blues boobs! A-blues boobs! (we need to find some) Blues boobs!

Yup- that would be my son. Lord helps us.

 

 

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