mr. funny guy

we celebrated cousin chase's 9th birthday yesterday. as always, we went around the room listing the reasons we love chase. grandma asked nash why he loves chase and, without hesitation, he replied, "because he's my boy." we all busted up and then nash quickly added, "i'm so funny."

he is.

later, nash played outside with chase. he stubbed his toe and after dad bandaged it up nash came and sat on the couch, crying. grandma asked him if she could hold him. and he replied, "no, cause i have a bandaid." we all busted up again. when i noticed boogers streaming from his nose i asked him, "hey, nash, how are your boogers?" and he said "oh, i'm just licking them." at least he's honest.

well, most of the time...

a few weeks ago we went to target to pick up a few things. nash and haven were each permitted to pick out one treat. nash picked chocolate chip cookies from the bakery. at the "buyer*" nash spotted a toy/candy fan. he's like a magnet to those things. he started wailing about the candy fan. i told him to put it back because he'd already picked the cookies. we checked out and started to leave. i took a quick look around me to make sure nash was coming and, upon seeing his face, immediately knew he was guilty of something. i told him he looked guilty and asked him what he did. "i didn't do everfing," he said. i wasn't convinced; i patted him down. nothing there. so we proceeded to the door. then i looked down at my feet and noticed a candy fan tucked under the cart. busted. i made him take it back to the nice lady at the "buyer" and say sorry. he cried the whole way there, the whole way back, and the whole way to the car while i, and the rest of the target shoppers chuckled. and that's the story of nash's first attempt at stealing (at least that i know of).

*buyer = nash's word for the check-out stand

man stuff

nash may enjoy make-up, dolls and playing kitchen, but he is beginning to dabble in man-stuff. his new favorite show is "mighty machines" (if you have netflix instant play, check it out, you will regret it!). and yesterday the city began tearing out our sidewalks. nash watched from the window for an hour or so, every so often exclaiming, "mama, this is so amazing." and, "wow, those are great machines!" here he is catching boogers with his tongue while watching the machines: and here he is making machine sounds. all boy, i tell ya. as i was posting these photos i noticed how much more copper there is in his left eye than the right. i asked him to come in here so i could look at his eyes and he said "but they're all blue so i can be booiful." so maybe he's a pretty boy. 

diaper-free!

just for the record, mr. nash now has two consecutive nights of sleeping in underwear (not a diaper) under his belt. and it is all his doing. when i said it was time to change into a diaper two nights ago, he said "no, i know how to sleep in my unnerwears." and he did. that's my boy!

nash's room

nash's room has finally come together-or as close to "together" as it will get until we move. this weekend we were able to get the bookshelf i'd been wanting with some store credit i'd been saving up. it saved the room (visually)-and the kids somehow are very careful about putting things where they go. we'll see how long that lasts. i also did a little rearranging, got rid of the cradle, swapped rocking chairs, changed out the artwork, and made the little pennant banners above the windows. i had planned to make pelmet boxes for the windows, but now that these buntings are up i think it's enough to call it good and save the money. nash loves his new room-especially the light, which he leaves on all night.

prayers

(sound only)



some nights he manages to name every single person in our entire extended family. some nights he gets lazy and keeps the list very short including just me and bevie. he rarely includes havey anymore, although he usually still says "help me sleep good, wake up happy and be the best brother"-something's making me think he doesn't quite grasp that one yet. and it's always fun when he throws in something like "thanks for grandma giving me the presents."

first ski day