Hey, is that my butt?

Here's my silly little man.

Yesterday we went to church, and while Blake was taking Georgia to her Sunday school class, I took Nate to his. We always anticipate a bit of a fight about whether he's actually going to go in and stay (and Blake is kind of a sucker, so that's why I volunteered to take Nate, hehe). But when we got to his class, I could almost hear the angels singing when I saw sitting in the middle of a table a tub that had "Toy Trains" written on the side of it! He didn't even say bye, just ran in the room as fast as he could and almost knocked over the teachers.

After church, I took the kids to Toys R Us to buy 2 new car seats (ouch), and Nate was so funny: "Do you see those trains?! Look! Look at those toys over there! Oh my gosh, it's Sponge Bob the leggos! Ooh, I see a train over there!" And we somehow managed to leave the store with only the two car seats and no trains. As I was installing the carseats, Nate was sitting outside with me. Usually he picks at the grass or plays with the mulch, but I looked over and saw that he had pulled up an entire section of our beautifully blooming phlox! I told him he should go into the grass and pick those pretty yellow dandelions instead. :)

Oh and one other cute Nate-ism. Yesterday Nate was walking around in just a shirt and diaper when he first got up, and somehow his diaper fell off (Blake blamed the diaper-er). Nate looked back and said, "Hey, is that my butt?" Haha, yes, yes it is.

And here's my little handful.

On Saturday we went to the zoo, and when we got home, Blake went to work and the kids and I were hanging out at home. Well, Nate was in a mood where he was just crying about every little thing, and Georgia was being her precocious self. We were sitting at the kitchen table eating soup, and after Georgia decided she didn't like it, I gave her a bottle with some water in it. She was sitting in her bumbo seat on top of the table. Well, she dropped/threw the bottle in the floor, and Nate got so upset by this that you'd think she threw it at his face. "She dropped it, she dropped it! Whaaaaa!" So while I was trying to calm him and pick up the bottle, Georgia reached around and knocked over my glass of water. Oh, that just sent Nate over the edge. So again, I was trying to talk Nate down off his ledge while cleaning up the mess, and I picked up this basket that I keep on the table with Nate's craft supplies in it (one of those things that doesn't really have a place, so it goes on the kitchen table) and put it in the floor so it wouldn't get wet. I realized the water went under the bumbo seat, so I put Georgia in the floor since she wasn't eating anyway. When I finished cleaning up, I looked down to see that Georgia had gotten into the basket of craft supplies and somehow opened a box of these marker/paints that we have, and she was sucking on the neon green one. She had neon green paint all inside her mouth, around her mouth, all down her shirt, all over her hands ... ack! I was searching the box to make sure it said they were nontoxic (they are, thank goodness) while Nate was screaming, "Her mouth is green!!!!!" Okay, I wiped off the worst of it and set about putting the paints away and the basket back up on the table, and 30 seconds later, I turned around to see Georgia in the baby wipes pulling them out one by one ... and she was halfway through the box already! Lord help me.