Sweet dreams, baby boy
Yesterday my good friend and favorite bartender, Couzin Ed, asked me what the weirdest thing was that Nathan has ever done. I had to really think about it all day and night and this morning I figured out what the answer is. Drum roll please..........(insert drum noise) absolutely NOTHING. Yup, you read right. Kids have a way of distorting your view of what "normal" used to be. Ever since Nathan was potty trained about a month ago, he's taken a liking to running around the house sans pants or underwear, and while it may seem weird to an outsider (especially the Meter Man and Ben's grandparents) it is totally normal to me. One might think it strange that Oliver climbs on everything he gets his chubby little legs on, especially if you're trying to enjoy a meal at the table and he's dancing on top of it to the beat of your fork hitting the plate, but that's an every day occurrence for me.
I'm not sure if my own ocd like tendencies have rubbed off on my boys already, but Nathan does have some rather "odd" quirks. For instance, he:
- likes to wash his hands incessantly and doesn't like anything on them (paint, food, etc)
- will not touch any condiments (thatta boy) and only eats specific kinds of food (think chicken fingers as opposed to nuggets)
- will not go to bed without all 10 of his "friends" (stuffed animals) and 5 blankets
- needs these friends lined up in a particular order above his head and next to him
- can watch the same TV episode over and over, no matter how many times he has seen it
- likes to wear his PJ's in public
- drinks coffee (just little sips, people)
- likes to sleep in a tent, pictured above.
Hmm.. on second glance, all of these things are normal for pre-schoolers. (minus the coffee. I know, I'm a bad mommy!) Maybe I'm the weirdo for not having fun and doing things his way. Just think how much fun it would be to go to work in your pajamas, watch TV to your heart's content, and have a sleepover in a tent with 10 of your friends! My boy has discovered the key to happiness at the tender age of three. I just knew he was going to be doing BIG things.
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