My little Ham

All of a sudden Nate wants his picture taken... everywhere we go.  Literally everywhere!  "Mommy, don;t you want to take my picture?"  "Umm... at the gas station?  Not really, but ok."  He's cute so I indulge him in this (and many other things but that is a different post).  So here are 2 recent pics of Nate outside of Bertucci's and Menchies.

Vincent Van D'oh!

Nate informed me that this was a picture of me.  I asked if the round part was "my big round butt" (as he is fond of saying) but he said no, it was my belly with a baby in it.  I asked what all the squiggly line were and he said, incredulous that I didn't know already, that it was the umbilical cord.  That's my boy!

From the Mouth of Nate

• "Mommy, I love the smell of hot dogs sooo much... I'm going to eat one, and then eat another one!"
• Upon discovering that a 6 year molar is starting to break through "Mommom!  I have a little baby molder growing!"  (which begs the question, will Molder be bringing Scully with him?)
• Looking at a picture of a sea turtle's tail as she lays her eggs , "What is that? The pooper?"

Living with Spiderman

I came down this morning to find this in my kitchen:

The Zamboni Ride

Pretty much every hockey fan I know want to ride on the zamboni, but apparently, not very many people get to do this.  Well, lucky Nate got to take a ride on the zamboni this weekend.  He was asked and I enthusically answered for him "Yes, of course he wants to!"  The look on his fact is a mixture of excitement and mortal terror... as it should be.

Sorry for the terrible and obvious editing... I don't want anyone to get in trouble.