Fog
I may be the only one that finds this completely adorable, but yesterday when Nathan and I left for school/work in the morning he looked out toward the street as soon as we stepped out the door and told me “It’s fog.” To my surprise, he was right, there was mist and fog hanging over the street and trees.
This morning we stepped out and he looked out toward the street and said “It’s fog today again.”
I guess I never really thought about him knowing what fog was, and for some reason I love that he understands what words like “too” and “again” mean and how to use them. He’s turning into a little boy more and more everyday…singing more and more songs, remembering words to more books, showing his sense of humor more and more (oh, how he loves to give us the wrong answers when we’re reading or watching interactive TV shows, always with a mischievous grin on his face. And last night we were talking about how today is Gary’s birthday and I whispered “tell Daddy he’s old” (he is 35 today afterall
). There was a pause, maybe we said something else, and then Nathan put his hand on his chin and said “you’re Ooooooold.” He made up for it by remembering Gary’s birthday this morning without being reminded.) He’s also kicking and throwing balls really well and playing pretend (he likes to pretend he’s asleep by snoring, but often he’s looking at us out of the corner of his eyes, just waiting for us to yell “wake up!” Especially funny when he does it in the bathtub with one ear under water.) I think he’s losing more of the baby chubbiness now too.
Looking just like Gary.

But that would be Mommy’s chin.





