Friday, October 28, 2011

{this moment} - Drive Thru







































{this moment} A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. An ordinary, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. Thanks to Soule Mama for the idea.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Hump Day Nuggets

I missed posting Nuggets last week. Highlights included a (much more successful) second haircut, and another trip to the pumpkin patch with the donkey. Nate requested "go that farm, see donkey" about a dozen times, so I relented. And was glad I did when this time there were THREE donkeys, all braying for dinner. "Heeehawww."


























Also new lately:
-Nate quotes lines from favorite books. When I mentioned something was in the green room (guest room has green walls,) he said "the great green room." Took me a minute to recognize it from Goodnight, Moon. He's also quoting numerous sentences from Cat in the Hat, which for some reason we had only started reading recently. For the record, the Cat doesn't wear a bow tie. It's a propeller.

-Singing: "up the water spout ayahhahhhayahh,"etc.

-He knows his full name, and after saying his middle name, he says both great-grandparents' names (his middle name is their family name.)

-Bathtime is high shenanigans these days. No more sitting sweetly on the nonskid mat.















Sunday, we went to the local garden center's Fall Festival. Nate ran the straw maze:
He also admired pumpkins and flirted with a little girl:
We admired the pigs ("tails wagging!") and goats, and Nate campaigned vigorously to ride the pony (like his veterinarian mama and photographer papa needed much convincing.) Once astride "Buddy," he was unsure, but kept his composure, and stayed on for the full two laps around the pen. Afterwards, he was all smiles, and "Nate ride the pony, it's all right, it's all right, pick you up in a minute" was all he could talk about for an hour or so.





That evening, we hosted a few friends for an impromptu fall party. Mark fired up the smoker, and Shannon had fun decorating and setting up squash bowling:

Nate insisted on doing everything the big kids did, decorating cookies and scooping pumpkin guts:
Waiting his turn.


Jenny-Jen generously brought a kids' picnic table, and Nate requested lunch and dinner outside on Monday:


Tuesday, we joined Jenny-Jen and Alex to explore the Maryland Zoo. 

Nate liked the "zebra, ostritcssssh, elephant drink water, yellow frogs, and feed a giraffe leaves." He also wanted to sit in the model heron's nest, and (do you detect a theme?) "pet the donkey."





























































I took the stroller (love BOB) but mostly it carried the backpack while I jogged behind this:






































After all that fun with Mama, Daddy had a tough act to follow today, but beach and boats did nicely:






































We're wanting very much for October to last another few months.

Friday, October 21, 2011

{this moment}



{this moment} A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. An ordinary, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. Thanks to Soule Mama for the idea.

Friday, October 14, 2011

{this moment}

{this moment} A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. An ordinary, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. Thanks to Soule Mama for the idea.


Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Hump Day Nuggets


























Fortunately, the weather has been gorgeous. Because all Nate wants to do is go outside. Some of his inside toys probably haven't seen action in a month.














We spent the weekend at Honey and PopPop's, since cousin Wesley was in town. The boys enjoyed each other's company lots, with Nate a much more active participant than before.






































One of their favorite games was to get on the indoor riding toys and do laps around the living room and kitchen. Nate would gleefully announce, "Here come the boys!"

There were hikes up the lane:


























flower gathering with Honey:







































and a trip to Great Country Farms. Like last year, our friends joined us.











































































Nate enjoyed the animals most of all, and both boys enjoyed the cow train.














Nate sat out the big bounce, and Caitlin aged out, but Kelsey, Nicholas, and Wes gave it a go:





































Nate's phase of adding "io" to everything seems to have ended. Only "Daddy-o" remains. But after I told him he used to be a little dude, and is now a big dude, he now tells everyone they're a big dude. He sees it as a compliment. He also now professes himself to be "handsome."


























But, can you argue?

With a late start, and lots to do at Great Country Farms, we never made it to the pumpkin patch. Honey bought the boys mini pumpkins (gourds) but on the drive home we heard Nate exclaim, "tasty!" and found him eating his. So on Tuesday, we headed to a local farm to pick pumpkins. Nate was excited about the pumpkins, and ecstatic about the farm's miniature donkey, Maude. Donkeys are currently his favorite farm animal, although he still finds goats hilarious.
















I could enjoy this child, at this age, in this season, forever.




hump day nuggets: little bits of the season in photos and words about the last week.  Shannon's definition of Hump Day is flexible. Thanks to Dig This Chick for the idea.

Wednesday, October 05, 2011

Tomorrow would have been my Dad’s 65th birthday. Lately, I’ve been thinking about all that he taught me. The usual stuff, of course: riding a bike, tying shoes, driving. And the peculiar-to-Dad stuff: introducing yourself even if you think they know you, the art of the smartass remark, the discipline and joy of learning, the motto “Why be normal?”

He loved so many people, so many animals, so many stories, so many places, so many foods, so many interests. He introduced his children to a world beyond our hometown.

One of his great loves was the theater. He took me to my first musical, a high school production of “South Pacific,” when I was 8 or 9. Seeing that show last night, this time as a parent, I was moved to tears by the lyrics to “Carefully Taught:”



You've got to be taught
To hate and fear
You've got to be taught
From year to year
It's got to be drummed
in your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught

You've got to be taught
To be afraid
Of people whose eyes
are oddly made
And people whose skin
Is a different shade
You've got to be carefully taught

You've got to be taught
Before it's too late
Before you are 6 or 7 or 8
To hate all the people
your relatives hate
You've got to be carefully taught

Maybe what Dad didn’t teach us was, in fact, his greatest gift.