A few kids back, I probably couldn't have imagined letting my 16 month old cruise up and down the stairs so freely. But, then again, a few kids back, I didn't have a Nathan.
Stairs? No problem. Ladders at the park? Piece of cake. Rock wall? Puh-leeze. And his personal favorite mountain to climb? The kitchen table, of course. The boy is a climber. And a grabber and a runner and a pull-things-out-and-throw-them-on-the-floorer. Never in 5 children have I had one to keep me as busy as this guy does. He has given me a whole new respect for the words "all boy".
Thankfully, he's also a smiler and a laugher and a kisser and a hugger. He really makes everyone's day so much brighter, and I couldn't even begin to imagine these 17 months without him.
Nathan to some. Nate to others. His sisters call him Umi (oo-mee... and no, I don't know why) and I call him Sha-Nay-Nay... (In Living Color, anyone? I know that's just wrong, but it just comes out).
Anyway, he answers to it all and seems to know that it means that he's loved. He really is a joy for all of us, and we just love him to pieces.
2 comments:
Sha-nay-nay...heh, heh. He is so cute, Jenny!
Sha-nay-nay happens to be my "stub my toe" or "slam on the brakes" word and unfortunately my kids have picked up on it. Nate is a dollbaby- I LOVE LOVE his dimple!
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