Last week Natesy turned a corner. Literally. One minute he was alone in the bathroom, and the next minute I heard him in Jake’s room with his daddy and his big brother.
Nathaniel has never liked being alone. He wants to be where the action’s at. And now he doesn’t have to complain about his station in life. He’s tasted freedom. And he’s not going back.
Now you can find Nate pulling himself around the house, dragging his little legs behind him… a path of destruction in his wake. Last weekend I put him on the floor of the dining room while I did a little catch-up work on the computer. I turned around and he had plundered the paper recycling bag, pillaged the Tupperware drawer and opened a cupboard door to begin rifling through untold baking treasures.
Our new favorite game is for Jakey and me to be in one room and then Jacob to report on Nate’s location and progress. “Mama, Baby Nake is coming!” We scream and giggle as we hear him inching down the hall. Then his little fist comes into view around the door frame. “Mama, I see Baby’ Nake’s hand!” Then Nate peaks his head around the jamb and grins… his big two-toothed smile.
Arrr, there’s me mateys.
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