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gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAERns-fSp7ImA9WhRaEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358254498999823641.post-8411226206319690665</id><published>2012-02-12T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T13:51:47.555-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T13:51:47.555-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="letter to Nate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toddler food" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="24-30 months" /><title>Happy half birthday! Letter to Nate at 2 1/2 years old.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.natertot.com/feeds/8411226206319690665/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358254498999823641&amp;postID=8411226206319690665&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358254498999823641/posts/default/8411226206319690665?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358254498999823641/posts/default/8411226206319690665?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NaterTot/~3/iH_OiU77xvk/happy-half-birthday-letter-to-nate-at-2.html" title="Happy half birthday! Letter to Nate at 2 1/2 years old." /><author><name>Amber@Nater Tot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598500414369419839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewRelE4rHfo/TBqo17OmcMI/AAAAAAAAOFs/ukQKqWsSz90/S220/IMG_8583.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBs4ougGIG0/TzgEHGJOfmI/AAAAAAAAxHI/bG-7Oxlgahc/s72-c/IMG_6883-1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Dear Monkey,

 

Whenever you feel passionate about something, it always makes me daydream about your future career as an adult. For example, over the past month, I have become convinced that you will be a musician. You LOVE music. You want to know what every song is called, who sings it, what they are saying and sometimes even which CD it is on. You dance and now you even make up your own lyrics
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Meet the Hall Monitor

Usually, he informs on other children, telling me how they are misbehaving. He often seems outraged that others might hit, push or grab. Because, you know, he is ALWAYS an absolute angel (cough, cough). But today, he 
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I thought the talk about college would come when he was older. Maybe ten or eleven. But Nate was watching Blue's Clues yesterday and the episode was about Steve going to college (because at 30 years old he had finally gotten too old to play Blue's teenage owner and needed a way to explain his absence, other than getting laid off) . He did a really good job of explaining to 
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Turns out that he's a big fan of playing in the snow and eating it too. In fact, some snow and one prune pretty much constituted his dinner. I'm a stickler for a balanced diet, so it's a good thing he eats so well. Toddlers!
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2oOH-71QJ_OTBUyeeVRGAM6Y7pw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2oOH-71QJ_OTBUyeeVRGAM6Y7pw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NaterTot/~4/O2zQog-K4-0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.natertot.com/2012/01/schited.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4CSXgyeyp7ImA9WhRVGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358254498999823641.post-2430625940303960413</id><published>2012-01-19T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T10:46:08.693-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T10:46:08.693-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sports" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toddler" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="24-30 months" /><title>Child's pose</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.natertot.com/feeds/2430625940303960413/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358254498999823641&amp;postID=2430625940303960413&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358254498999823641/posts/default/2430625940303960413?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358254498999823641/posts/default/2430625940303960413?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NaterTot/~3/o8mqbPEoTjo/childs-pose.html" title="Child's pose" /><author><name>Amber@Nater Tot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598500414369419839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ewRelE4rHfo/TBqo17OmcMI/AAAAAAAAOFs/ukQKqWsSz90/S220/IMG_8583.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmzLVf6RYK0/Txg5ATyqXXI/AAAAAAAAwBg/2xW849hKoPM/s72-c/January%2B2012-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">We finished dinner early last night and had some time to kill before Nate's bath. I started showing him some stretches for fun and he liked it. I told him the stretches were similar to yoga and his Highness allowed me to put a yoga program on tv. Last time I put an exercise video on, he flipped out and demanded I turn it off. I guess times have changed, because he was really into it this time and
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Such a Daddy's boy. Went to 
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You are almost 2 1/2 already! I don't know that anything earth shattering has happened over the last month, but I definitely see your personality really forming - or coming out, or magnifying ...or however you might phrase it - and I just love it. You've make me laugh for quite some time, but until recently it's been more because you're little and cute. But recently you make 
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You can't tell here, but my actual animal is less 
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On Christmas Eve, we made pumpkin spice cookies with cream cheese frosting for Santa. Nate decided Santa should get three cookies and placed the chosen ones on the plate for
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I asked Nate yesterday what he thought Santa might bring him for Christmas. He said, "Cookies and birthday hats."
He has a bunch of cute mannerisms and speech patterns right now. One of my favorite things, which he has been doing for awhile, is to begin sentences (usually in 
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Happy Hanukkah!
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Now, Nate wants to know (loudly and clearly) "who" every man and woman is that we pass in public, 
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When you were born, I loved you immediately and intensely. By the time you were four months old, I thought my heart might burst if I loved you any more. I couldn't possibly imagine my love growing beyond that...but it did. And it does. Every day I love you more and more and am so very thankful that I am your mother. 
 
I don't know if I've told you that you weren't a 
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We've been getting a billion catalogs lately and instead of tossing the Pottery Barn Kids and Land of Nod catalogs I have drooled over into recycling, I now hand them over to the Glue Monster for processing. He choosing which pictures should be cut out for collages (all of them) and then sets to making his 
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I'm still trying to keep toxic chemicals out of his system. As I might have mentioned, as Nate gets older, it gets more challenging to ensure that he only plays with safe, non-toxic toys. He has play dates, he goes to school, he receives gifts and I can't always be the Fun Police (rats!). The one thing I can do is ensure that our money is spent supporting businesses 
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A top contender for highlight of Nate's long weekend (food is out, since he ate a peanut butter sandwich for his Thanksgiving feast) was definitely Uncle Russell's barn tour. The tour included a ride on his great-great 
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We like hats. Especially holiday hats. 
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My demanding - and odd - child

vacuum cleaner
Elmo or Spiderman band-aids
pancakes
"my own grass" (Yeah, not sure what this one is about.)
cookies
stickers - Mickey Mouse, Pooh or Tigger
Beps (This 
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I'm not naming any names, but somebody starts school tomorrow and is SO excited, that he never wants to take off his big boy backpack (or his jammies, but that has nothing to do with starting school):
 
When I was filling out the paperwork for school, I came to a section which asked about your strengths and weaknesses.  I had a hard time with the section because there was only a tiny 
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There were no survivors.

R.I.P. unidentified, weird winged bugs 2011-2011.
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