Updates on the Little Man

Grandma has started calling him the Little Man, and I think it's a great little name. He certainly is a busy little man, and is working on all sorts of things. Here's what he's been up to.

• Playing with rocks. Rocks are the best toys ever.
• Trying to play with fire and hot charcoal briquets. We went camping this weekend and could not keep him away from the cooking dinner. We are counting our blessings that no one was burned.
  
• Learning new words. He's got a good little supply of words that we are working on applying correctly. Right now all animals either say "moo" or "meow." We read a book about a dog the other day and on every page it said "meow" (according to Nathan). And Eeyore says "moo," apparently. Snakes, though, are their own category. Only snakes say "sss."
  
• Screaming. This kid can scream. He sure did inherit a temper from somewhere.
• Going to nursery! This one is the one I'm most excited about. He has become unruly during the last two hours of church because we don't let him run around and disrupt the lesson. We usually end up in the hallway about a quarter of the way through Sunday School. Luckily we have a saintly nursery leader who loves Nathan and lets him come even though he's not 18 months until October. Nathan loves nursery. And so do we.

He's a pretty fun kid, though. He becomes more of a little person every day.

Today I'm working on catching up with laundry. Between Bear Lake last weekend (remind me to tell you about the infamous Over Easy Incident) and camping this weekend, there's not many clean clothes around. Nathan had to wear too-short pants and a long-sleeve shirt yesterday.

On Monday, Cookie Fell in the Toilet

Cookie is a cat. Cookie is a cat who lives in a book that Nathan loves. Every day Cookie gets into some new mischief. But...there are a few inconsistencies with Cookie's story.

It was a Friday that Cookie fell in the toilet.

And she didn't fall so much as was placed lovingly there by a small boy who loves water too well, but not at all wisely. Now, instead of upsetting the trash can on Wednesday, Cookie resides there permanently.

I wasn't too mad because the book only cost a dollar and it wasn't our favorite. But I really need to keep that bathroom door shut.

And if Nathan is ever at your house, beware. On Saturday night he stuck a Reader's Digest in my mom's toilet. It's really time to learn that his two loves, water and books, do not mix.