(Almost) Wordless Wednesday...Typical Nate

At Chuck E. Cheese's a couple weeks ago, I had Nate sit with me to do one of those sketch drawings they print out for you.  Last time we were there (YEARS ago!) I got one drawn of Nate and I and I wanted a "comparison" of him now.  Well, he was none too happy at my request.  So this is the photo we got.  And you know what, this is so Nate.  He can be pretty miserable sometimes, and (too) often shows his emotions right out in the open.  We're working with him on this but in the meantime I will enjoy his, um...expressive-ness. 

Thanksgiving Thankfuls...Apple Cider Attempt

Today's Thanksgiving Thankful is in honor of my Bug and his amazing imagination.  Anyone who knows him, knows first hand the wonder and amazement that is involved with living in his world.  He can tell a story of great detail and then remember the characters to refer back to later.  He's fascinating to have a conversation with!  It's awesome!  

Our photo story of Bug starts on a recent chilly Fall day.  On this particular day, Nathaniel had just arrived home from a field trip with his class to the Pumpkin Patch.  He was full of stories about the apples they had picked and paid particular attention to giving me a play by play of how they took those apples and made them into apple cider.  He was determined to recreate his new found learnings at home.

So, he took out my juicer and went to work, demonstrating to me how they took the apples and squished them into apple cider.

Of course, this method wasn't going well so he decided to cut the apple into smaller pieces and try again...

His determination was fascinating to watch.  He was set on practicing this new skill.  His next attempt involved digging through my utensil drawer to find anything and everything he thought might help him mash, squash, pulp, pound, cream, beat or otherwise smash his apple into cider.

Then, in a dramatic huff, he yelled "This isn't WORKING!" and stomped off to give his attention to the next task he felt like conquering.  Funny how the mess didn't stomp off though, hmmm.

Anyway, for my oldest boy's fascinating determination, wild imagination, and innocent view on the world, I am forever grateful!  I love you, Bug!

"It's a Kuh-mergency!"

Around this house, we hear that a LOT!  Not (just) because Nathaniel tends to be a little (lot) dramatic or because he lives, breathes, sleeps, eats, and bleeds firefighter, but also because he has emergency services in his blood.  Literally.  He comes from a long line of emergency service workers.  His great-grandfather was a founding member of the Massasauga Search and Rescue Team.  My Mom and Dad (his grandparents) joined the team years before Nate was even a twinkle in our eye and searched many a swamp, forest, and field for missing people of all ages.  Nathaniel has two older brothers who are active members in the fire department and his grandparents (my parents again) were EMTs for a local ambulance corp for more than a decade.  As if that's not enough to secure his destiny, his father spent many years of his own in the fire service and has been a 9-1-1 Police Dispatcher for almost 24 years!  So, needless to say he's definitely been exposed to the public safety environment.  Despite exposure to dinosaurs, construction vehicles, trains, monsters, knights, cowboys, and various other boyish treats...Nathaniel stuck to FIRETRUCKS like a magnet to metal.

If this kid doesn't grow up to be a firefighter, I will be a monkey's uncle.  (Whatever that actually means...)

It's funny to see how Nate can turn anything into a firefighter/fire truck/fire service reference.

For example, I could say "I really like blueberry muffins" and he'd say "You know who else really likes blueberry muffins?  Firefighters!"  Or I could say, "the sky sure looks grey today" and Nate would say "Smoke from a FIRE is grey, too!"  Ok, so he probably wouldn't say that because I'm not sure he knows the color grey, but he often surprises me, so we'll pretend he does.  Regardless, you get the point, no?

Anyway, Nathaniel soaks up all things fire fighting.  He knows the equipment, the gear, the lingo.  It's fabulous to watch, actually!  He knows the difference between a pike pole and a pick axe.  He can differentiate between an aerial platform truck and a pumper truck.  He can even tell you under what circumstances a ladder truck would be used and when and why firefighters use SCBA (Self-Contained Breathing Apparatus) masks.  He's turned safety goggles, a doctor's stethoscope, even a travel coffee mug into a breathing mask for many "emergencies"!  He'll be the first to tell you that "Fire is very dangerous.  That is why we must work together as a team to put the fire out and rescue people in trouble".  He talks about fire trucks 24/7.  Avery is "our fire dog".  My car is "our fire car" that we take to emergencies.  And he calls our house, "the fire station".  He'll stand at the window and if he thinks someone comes too close to our house he'll yell "Hey, you!  Get away from our fire house!".  When people ask his name it's not uncommon to hear him say "I'm Firefighter Dave Smith".

He can sing the tunes to many fire fighter songs, makes the sound of a fire siren so believably that I've mistaken his antics for a real fire truck going by, and tells anyone and everyone who will listen that he's "a firefighter".  With a peacock strut and proud grin, he tells everyone how he fights fires, saves people from burning buildings and rescues injured people at the scene of an accident.

He wears one of his two fire fighter uniforms wherever we go.  Grocery store, mall, to see his beloved Brie, you name it...he wears his turn out gear (complete with a Nomex hood, helmet, and fire boots).  He wears his Finding Nemo backpack as an air tank and drags around a variety of tools and equipment to help him fight fires wherever he is.  This past winter, he surprised us by taking off his snow pants when he'd come inside and situating them with his boots like a firefighter does so all he had to do was step into his boots and pull his pants up to be ready to go.  Genius, I tell you!

We spend hours watching fire truck videos on YouTube, viewing Lots and Lots of Firetrucks on DVD, and reading all about fire trucks, fire equipment, and fire fighting techniques.  If it's possible for a 4-year-old to be passionate about something, this is it.  He even meticulously hangs his fire gear up at night so it's ready for a fire whenever he should be called.

Considering my biggest fear, I find it ironic that of all the things he was exposed to as a baby, fire is the one thing he took to.  Perhaps it's my own exposure therapy in play.  Hmmm...now that sounds like a real kuh-mergency!  Quick, someone call me a firefighter!

The Master of Disguise

Nathaniel is known for his wild imagination, dramatic flair, and theatrical ways.  He is a character, through and through.

Just what or who that character is, however, is always up for interpretation and is anybody's guess.  And it changes daily, err...hourly.

Some people listen for the pitter patter of tiny feet to know their children are awake in the morning.  I know Nathaniel is up for the day when I hear gear being loaded and garb being chosen.  There's no pitter patter.  There are only thuds and bangs and rustles as he picks out his outfit, loads up his equipment, and mounts his horse, fire truck, or motorcycle to head noisily down the hall.

I (literally!) have 100's of photos like these.  He is a sheer master of disguise!  From princesses to knights, firefighters to police officers, pirates to cowboys (and every combination in between!) he is a CHARACTER!  I fully expect to see him on stage someday!  

Your imagination is fabulous, Bug!  I love the world you live in!  

Thanks for adding a definite flair to my life!