Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Natey's been really into patterns (or as he says, "patterins") lately. He finds them everywhere he looks now and gets really excited, liked he solved a bit puzzle. At the restaurant, on the walls (blue, yellow, green, blue, yellow, green). On his mental calendar (school, no school, school, no school). Even on my face (line, no line, line, no line). So we decided to make some of our own with dot markers. It was great fun until about the third time the marker fell color-end down on the carpet. So we switched to stickers. Much easier clean up.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Shockingly, Nate was able to make some room alongside his Star Wars and U2 obsessions to include The Wizard of Oz. I guess it runs in the family. Like two of his aunts before him, he just can't get enough of that yellow brick road. His interest started recently with the book. But after seeing a couple of carefully chosen Youtube clips (with his wild imagination, there's no way he's seeing that witch or those flying monkeys until he's older), he took a break from being Luke Skywalker/Obi Wan/Boba Fett and has become the Tin Man.
While he was playing dress up the other day, I realized that we had all of the equipment to make Tin Man's hat (tin foil and more tin foil). And he was thrilled to discover that his fireman's ax could be used as part of his costume. He wore it ALL day long. He was jumping out of his skin with excitement to show it to dad. But, of course, that didn't stop him from unceremoniously dumping it in the trash the next day. Ah, three years old.
Friday, February 1, 2013
It's been a while since I have written you a letter. I didn't want another month to pass without documenting all the ways in which you make our lives richer, joyful and exhausting. :)
Some things have remained very much the same. You still LOVE your music and your concerts. We've had to limit the concerts to two a day because you were getting to the point where ALL you wanted to do was emulate the members of U2. You've got quite a process going. Before each living room concert, the stage must be set. That means that the microphone stand must be in place for Bono, the guitars must be on the rack for Edge (oh and don't forget the keyboard), the drum kit (which includes the toy chest, a chair, your Lincoln Log container and two drumsticks) must be set up for Larry. Adam? Yeah, Adam doesn't get a lot of airtime. You then choose your musician and mimic (in great detail, if not in accuracy) all of the words and/or moves to one of several U2 concerts. You are passionate, my sweet.
You also still love pretend play. This includes mixing Doctor with Store Clerk. I love your store clerk, by the way. You comment on every one of my purchases. It's very Kristen Wiig-ish as the Target lady.
And you are crazy for your family. You like nothing more than calling and/or visiting your grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncle.
Art projects are still a huge hit, though we don't do them daily like we used to do. But that has more to do with my work schedule than your interest level.
And cardboard boxes are still SUPER entertaining. My office chair box sat in our living room for entirely too long. But it was really hard to recycle it when all you wanted to do was pretend to be a Jack-in-the-box all day long. Da-dum-da-dum-dada-da-da-dum....
As far as the new stuff goes...well you love your new Ikea circus tent. In fact, you're sleeping in it as I write this. And your tablet from Grandma Carol is a huge hit as well. That thing has allowed us to get some extra sleep on the weekends, and for that, we will always be grateful. Oh yeah, and there are education games on there too. But the sleep...oh, the extra sleep!
The month of December was fairly rough as far as the Terrible Threes go. Your personality transformed from Mr. Outgoing and Active to Meltdown Homebody. It was really starting to worry me, but since Christmas, it seems to be passing. I think having your parents and the entire world harp on the fact that some creepy old stranger was going to enter your home while you slept really freaked you out. Go figure.
Since starting nursery school in the fall of 2011, you haven't complained about going once...until December. That phase has passed for the most part, thank goodness, but since you are a human child, I'm sure we haven't seen the last of it. I had the pleasure of seeing you in action earlier this week at school. Grandma and I got to watch you play your games, go over your lessons and sing your songs. It was awesome. It turns out that you're quite the participator. When your teacher asked everyone to put their hand on their heart for the pledge, you informed that class that you had no heart. Because you are the Tin Man. (Obviously.) All of the parents laughed and Ms. Maria informed the class that you are a character everyday. Only usually it's a character from Star Wars. She seemed pleased that you were branching out.
I learned some things too. I knew that you had learned to count to ten in Spanish (well 1-6, 8 and 9 anyway) in school. Apparently you are also learning to count in French. I won't be able to help you with those lessons, sweetie. I also enjoyed "Mat Man" which I've been hearing a lot about, but I wasn't quite sure what it was. It turns out that you kids get laminated shapes which you put on the storyboard to form a man. When discussing what things would be inside Mat Man's rectangle torso, you shouted, "Intestines!" That's my boy.
Also in the new, and very exciting category, is the fact that you can write your name! Well, your nickname anyway. I can't get enough of it. Neither can you. You're pretty proud of yourself. As you should be!
Also, I think sounding out letters and forming those letters into words (you know, READING!) is starting to click. We were reading the BOB books Auntie Rachel got you when you were 9 months old and sounding out the words (in the tub, of course) . But this time, your eyes popped open when you realized the sounds you were making actually made a word. Oh, how we love you Mac, Sam, Dot and Mag.
You are still very affectionate and love nothing more than cuddling up with me or Daddy and reading a book. Well...you would probably prefer to watch television half the time. But it's the cuddling that counts, right?
I love you more than tongue can tell, Natey.