Mommy horse!

Rob was reading a new book to Nate about horses last night and I heard... Nate.. 'look, it's a mommy horse!'
Rob.. 'Oh yeah? Maybe that is a mommy horse'
'Nate... 'No! it has hair like mommy's!'

Rob.. 'Wow, yes buddy that horse does have hair like mommy'
He turned the book around and...

Poor Pat

Nate got a new book the other day called Pizza Pat. 

It's a fun, silly, repetitive rhyming book about Pat, His new pan, 

his floppy, sloppy, choppy, stretchy and gooey pizza. 

The mice that come by the dozens with cousins, 

steal and eat all the pizza and get fat. 

Nathan did not like the book because on the last page, Pat is sad. 

But....He continued to pick it as one of our nighttime stories. 

The first few times we read it, he was a little unsettled 

but I told him ''It's ok buddy, we will help Pat make a new pizza tomorrow''

That worked for a couple nights.

Tonight was a whole new level of sympathy for Pat.

My sweet boy stared at this last page for a good five minutes, shaking his 

head and covering his eyes...  

I picked his head up to tell him, again, 

it's ok and we'll help him make a new pizza tomorrow.  

I saw Nathan's eyes all welled up with tears. 

He said, weeping, sniffling, ''I don't like when Pat is sad. He is soooo sad'' 

He started crying really hard as if he was actually feeling Poor Pat's despair.

 He did not want to put the book down.. He just kept crying for Pat,

  looking back at the page.

  ''Come on buddy, Pat is ok, let's hug Pat..'' 

My poor little honey is so sweet, what could i do? He loved the book but was so effected.

We finally decided to take that last page out of the book 

and Pizza Pat wont be sad anymore. 

I love my old train.

A reason I am blessed today... I bought Nathan an old 3 piece, tin wind up train from good will that doesn't wind up anymore but it's still so cute & colorful and nothing like any he's got.. I brought it home & said Here buddy, this is for you.. its very old &has been loved by lots of other kids.. it doesn't work anymore but I bought it anyways because I thought you'd like it. His reply... "ohhhhhh, mommy! I love it! I I love my old train, thaaaaaank you!" He has slept with it under his arm for 3 nights now.

The first post..

Since the day i found out I was pregnant, I knew I was blessed. I was 6 weeks pregnant; 6 weeks after my father passed away. There was something different. I am convinced that I am raising an old soul. Every day Nathan has been amazing me with his soulful ways. I am starting this blog for anyone that would like to read along & share in my joy and love for this amazing little boy that God has given us.

Lets start with a little story I call, ''Nathan named himself''

His name came to me clear as day, at work. I was about 15 weeks pregnant and before I officially knew he was a boy.. I heard it twice. I felt it in my heart, mind, whatever you want to call it. Loud. and clear.  I thought, ok, that is a good strong boys name.. different than any trendy ones we had tossed around, common, plain perhaps, but, nice...
I, oddly enough, feeling like I was doing as I was told, texted the name to my husband, sat down and looked up the meaning on the computer.
I have always been obsessed with baby names and meanings of baby names, trendy names, popular names, successful names, dog names, quirky names, whimsical names...  My name means '' Bee''... Hmph... So my one of my pregnant missions was to pick a cool and trendy name for my child that meant something awesome...  Simultaneously I received two sets of words.... On my phone from Rob.. "I really like that" and on the computer, the meaning of Nathan,... "God has given"

And He has.