It’s Story Time!
“Mama, what time it is? Is stowy time!” Some more Nathan stories...
Monday evening at the playground, while swinging -
Mama: Nathan, you’re my favorite.
Nathan: I Nathan favorite. No, I Nathan Bongiovanni. Nathan BONgiovanni.
Mama: You’re Nathan Timothy...
Nathan: I Nathan Timothy. I don’t wanna be Timothy. I wanna be Bongiovanni.
Mama: Well, you’re Nathan Timothy Bongiovanni.
Nathan: Oh.
Daddy: Actually Nathan, you have four names. Did you know that? You’re Nathan Timothy Vogele Bongiovanni. Is that too many names?
Nathan: No.
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I don't know what Nathan and I were doing - maybe okay for a walk? - when out of the blue he told me he wanted to go for a bikeride. I told him that sounded like a lot of fun, but that the bikes are at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.
I want a ride a bike wif Grampa. On Grampa bike. Oh! Grampa NEEDS a BELL. For his bike!
Should we get it for him as a present?
Yes! For his Birfday!
Grandpa says we don’t have to wait for his birthday, but at this rate, his birthday is coming up pretty quickly.
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Nathan threw up one night last week (first he told me he was going to throw up and needed a bowl - he’s his mother’s son) and, instead of feel better afterwards as he usually does, was still pretty unhappy, so I suggested cheerios and water in bed before going to sleep.
“No watah - I want juice.”
So I put just enough cranberry juice in the water to give it color and told Nathan it was “pink juice.” Three quarters of the way through the water Nathan stopped drinking, looked at it and handed it back to me saying:
“Mama, dis isn’t juice. Dis yucky watah.”
This week when Nathan asked for juice he followed it up with “Not PINK juice - GREEN juice, RED juice, REAL juice.”
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Last week we visited Drumlin Farm. Nathan told me I couldn’t sing to the sheep.
“No Mama! No singing. You SCARE them. No waking up the sheep and scare them.”
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After opening birthday presents with Daddy on Tuesday, holding the Daddy’s new gadget in that horrible hard plastic that’s impossible to open:
Mama, let’s open this NOW. I wanna open it. We need scissors.
The scissors are broken - first we’ll have to get new ones.
Oh. We can use Nathan scissors.
Nathan, you don’t have any scissors. I can get you some. I will buy Mommy and Nathan some new scissors, but right now we don’t have any.
Yes we do! We have scissors. In the kitchen. You wait here Mama, I get them for you.
OH, no, those are kitchen shears…
Nathan knows way more than we realize…
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Heard from the kitchen while Daddy was helping Nathan get dressed:
What shirt do you want to wear?
My new one!
I think that one’s dirty.
Okay. How bout… my dinosaur one!
That one’s definitely dirty.
Okay How bout…
I have no memory of what Nathan wore that day, but he did get dressed.
This week the participating in choosing his clothes has changed to instance on choosing his own outfits. We’re trying to go with the flow (long sleeved, footie dinosaur pajamas over a questionably clean dinosaur T-shirt for a full day of playing outside? sure…) hoping that at least when the outfit is inappropriate for the weather Nathan will pretty soon ask to wear something else. Tim did say Friday morning, when it looked like tears might be shed over a not clean Star Wars shirt: I didn’t really think I was going to have to deal with this, since I don’t have a daughter.
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Saturday as Mamma tried to get the house clean for Daddy’s birthday dinner and Nathan tried to live life as though Mama wasn’t cleaning the house:
Nathan, can I vacuum while you have lunch?
No. It get too loud and then I can’t eat.
Okay...
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Haha, great stories. I notice that he did wear the Star Wars shirt on Friday after all. We actually had a discussion about it: Harvey refused to believe that Nathan's really was a Star Wars shirt at all, since it didn't look like Zion's Star Wars shirt (which is probably the entirety of what he knows about Star Wars). Luckily he accepts that I can read—and that I was a neutral referee in the question—and conceded the point when I read him all the text on the shirt.