It's a Twofer!

Okay, if you don't do southern California amusement parks, you might not get that... Or maybe you will, and I've just insulted about 95% of the country. Guess I'll find out later...

So, if I haven't posted in two months, I might as well make two posts now, right? So, yes, that's right, there are TWO new posts on my blog!

This one is just some fun Nathan stuff. I feel as if I may not have been focusing on correcting his speech as much as I should. Jonah enunciated things fairly well by the time he was this age, but Nathan still has some major slurring going on. Granted, every child is different, but I've been lax nonetheless and need to correct that. In any case, it does from time to time make for some fun Nathan quotes. That, and the fact that he'll talk nonstop, regardless of whether anyone is actually listening, which can lead to him making sure he has your attention at very unusual points in his monologue. Plus, he's just plain nuts.

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Both of our boys are into the typical "boy shows", if you will. Pokemon, super heroes, Ninja Turtles... If it has running, jumping, explosions, and/or really cool weapons (that never kill or really even injure anyone) that's their kinda thing. Incidentally, did I spell injure correctly? My spellcheck says yes, but, that doesn't look right... Oh well. One common element to these shows is special attacks. They may have different names, such as powers, or abilities, or super moves, but whatever they call it, you know it when you see it.

The boys and I will wrestle in the living room from time to time (mommy is kind enough to allow this provided we don't break anything or anyone). They of course work together to try and beat me, which is always a fairly obscure goal which is often accomplished after they've given me the directive "Okay, now you stop fighting and let us win." They also enjoy showing me their new special attacks, which often involve a short run then in some way pummeling me with most or all of their body at once, at which point I'm expected to fall down. Recently however, Nathan came up with a new special attack, and decided it was time to try it out. Jonah had (I think even legitimately) knocked me over, so I was flat on my back on the ground. I try and keep an eye out for both boys, to be sure that they're only pummeling me and not one another, so it occurred to me that Nathan wasn't within arm's reach. I didn't think about it too much or too long, because Jonah was about to take advantage of the fact that he'd gotten me down by jumping in the air and landing on me with his bony posterior.

All of a sudden I hear Nathan say something in the other room, then I hear him running. It didn't immediately register what he said, as I was now dealing with the end result of being landed on by a gravity propelled bony posterior, but it quickly sorted itself out. "Running attack!", that was what he'd said! Which meant he was doing a special attack, which meant he was about to... And it was right about there that I managed to cock my head up, crown to the floor, to see Nathan leap fully off the ground to fly directly over my body at a full sprawl. Had I been sitting up, this would have really hurt for both of us. In this case, it was about to really hurt for him, as he was headed straight for my bent knee. Fortunately I was able to grab him by the waist as he flew over, pushing him off to the side in such a manner that he merely grazed the knee, bounced off and rolled onto the floor, and ran back into the office to do it again. And again... And, again...

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When Linens'n'Things went out of business last year, Sunny made a trip through to look for any particularly cheap sale items that we could actually use. I don't know what all treasures resulted from that trip (not many, I do think), but I do know that she came home that day with new sheets for the boys' beds. Since they had perfectly good sheets, these did not really enter the rotation right away. Actually, they didn't enter the rotation until about a week ago. Sunny decided to go ahead and wash them and start using them. That day was particularly warm, and there was a good amount of laundry to do (we've been very busy lately, and away from the house a lot), so only one set got washed, and it ended up on Nathan's bed. I hadn't really noticed when I went to put the boys in bed that night, and neither had Jonah. Nathan, however, was walking into the bedroom directly in front of me, going on and on about something (probably whether or not there would be spider shadows, or telling me he wanted to stay up a little while longer), when suddenly he stopped in mid sentence.

"I haves new sheets! I haves new sheets, and a new pillow!", he exclaimed as he was climbing up onto his bed. "Daddy, I haves new sheets, and a new pillow!" At this point Jonah, who was already in bed, propped himself up to take a look. "Hey, he DOES have new sheets and a new pillow!" I assured Jonah that he did as well, and they'd probably be on his bed tomorrow, and explained that it was only a new pillow case, not a new pillow entirely. Nathan, in the meantime, was sprawling out on his new sheets. "Ooooh, they're so com'furble! Daddy, they're SO COM'furble!" He repeated this a few more times as I tucked them both in and turned out the lights. I told Sunny, because I thought it was cute, then didn't really think about it.

The next morning Sunny got up earlier than I did (not unusual). When I got up she told me that Nathan had already been awake, and when he saw her the first thing he told her was, "Oh, mommy, my new sheets are SO com'furble."

Who knew the way to a kid's heart was through new sheets.

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Had more, but this is long enough; I'm tired, and Sunny and I are going to watch Bones before bed.