Nate’s Notes: Field Adventure Request- My Choice

We all agree that I have been said field adventures are fun. Remember, field adventures are little (or bigger) trips we take to so many places for Momma and Daddy (traitor) to take pictures for the pooter stuff. I get to see a lot of things, and most of it is fun, even cool. Lyla and I even have a fun game. Right when we get there, get out from being trapped in the car, we run in different directions…and get to see Momma and Daddy chase us, gasping. We’ve got it down. **Snicker**

Anyway, I heard Momma say it was time for another adventure so she can get images. Sometimes she picks the place, sometimes Daddy does, and sometimes Lyla and I get to pick. Don’t be fooled…WE don’t get to pick that often, despite what Momma says. Parenting fail if you ask me.

Is this a sleeping volcano? I saw it in Alaska!!

Is this a sleeping volcano? I saw it in Alaska!!

Back to me. So I’ve been studying volcanoes. Calm down. Three year olds can totally study things. We know more than you think.  Anyway, I learned about volcanoes rumbling and spitting and blowing up!! I learned that fire stuff comes out of volcanoes! I learned this white stuff that comes from volcano rocks can go in dirt with our plants! Papa taught me that. He knows a lot of stuff. AND he showed me volcanoes on his pooter. I got to see a volcano interrupt!!! Did you know volcanoes interrupt??!!! Momma says I interrupt a lot. Hmm…well…

So my choice for a field adventure is….can you guess???

Yep! A toy store!!!

Just kidding. Well, that would be okay also.

Silly you. I meant a volcano!!


*Note- Nate’s interrupting volcano is an ERRUPTING volcano.

Nate’s Notes: Life Lesson #6 ½ – Something About Books, Covers and Judgy Judgerson

I am gonna take a quick break from textures and pictures to share a lesson I had to teach Momma. I mean, really, who is in charge here??!!   I’m always hearing big people say strange sentences that sound like one thing, but mean something else, like “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” But I love the pictures on my book fronts! They are cool and exciting, and then I want to read the book! **Head shake**

PE_20150108232904 (2)A lot of days ago, Momma went through my shelves and pulled some books. I watched her, slightly horrified, afraid to ask. Maybe she just wanted to read! Maybe we were gonna read together! When they went into a box, my lips started shaking. This was making me sick. I quietly asked her, “They don’t have good fwonts Momma?” She stared at me, then the box, then me, and smiled. Smiled?!!   This was NO TIME for smiling. After some whining noises, “no’s,” head shakes, “there there’s”, and snot wiped on sleeves, she explained that we weren’t getting rid of them. Because of what I asked about the fronts of books, she also tried to explain “judging a book by its cover.” And failed. She lost me somewhere. What I DID get out of the speech was that just because something looks one way, doesn’t mean it is that way. It can be different. I think. **Head shake** Momma told me it was like how a pineapple is spiky and rough, but when you cut it open, it is super yummy and sweet.  

I tucked this away in my head.

One day after a Dr. Seuss day at preschool, I told Momma that we made green eggs and ham…and ATE THEM!!!   She crinkled her nose, made a funny sound, big eyes, and said, “YUCK! Green eggs and ham??!!!! What did those green eggs taste like???”   I rolled my eyes at her. Here comes that lesson… “Momma, they taste good! Just because they awe gween, doesn’t mean they wewe ick!   Gween eggs awe just eggs. They awe gween, but they taste like wegulaw scwambled eggs!”  

See. Eggs. Books. Colors. Covers. Judgy Judgerson. No no.