Nate’s Notes: Use Your Imagination

Momma says that imagination is somewhere between your heart and your brain. Umm…I’m not sure she REALLY knows what she is talking about, because wouldn’t that just be our throat…or something??? Anyway, I guess some people have big imaginations, and some people have small ones, or no imagination. Momma and Daddy say that my imagination is their favorite part of me, and they hope I never lose it. Wait, wait, WAIT!!! So now I have to worry about it going away?? (Nervously touching my throat area.)  

So, about this imagination…it helps you draw big pictures, hear music everywhere, tell great stories, play fun superhero games and find cool things around us.

Cloudy_Skies_Only_0741Like the other day, there were huge, puffy, squishy clouds in the sky. Momma got really excited and told us to look at the puppy holding balloons in the sky. Her smile was so big and she bounced a little as she pointed up at the clouds. Anyone knows that what Momma THOUGHT she saw- a puppy holding balloons in the sky- was just plain silly.   I mean…seriously. Puppies can’t hold balloons. They don’t have thumbs. Sheesh.

But, because I love her, and that goofy grin pulled on my heart a little, I looked anyway. “Hurry, hurry- look at those clouds up there! Right there!!” She pointed just above the trees.

And there it was. A puppy holding balloons. I rubbed my eyes. Yep. Still there. In the clouds. No way!! Now I had the same goofy grin and looked at Momma. “You see it don’t you Nate,” she said smiling. “See, you used your imagination!”

Lyla kept looking around, even started looking under the bushes and calling, “Here puppy!!” I gave her a hug. I guess she doesn’t have a big imagination. Not yet. But I will help her.

I can share mine with her.

Nate’s Notes: Pushing Buttons

Momma and Daddy always look tired. But lately they have looked even MORE tired…some good color going on under their eyes, hair a little messy, mouths yawning. It isn’t pretty.   I should actually be taking pictures of them to use later.

When I hear them say it has been rough, it kind of confuses me. Tree bark is rough, sandpaper is rough, rocks are rough, cement is rough, but how can a day be rough? What do they mean?

N_Buttons-Snaps_0017Days and days ago, Momma got out buttons for art pictures. We also got to play with the buttons and glue them to paper.   It was super fun! I also know that Gram Spam sews buttons, that buttons on some toys make noises, that buttons in the car make the windows open, and that some buttons SHOULD NOT be touched….like the buttons on Momma’s cameras.  

I feel confused though again, because sometimes Momma and Daddy BOTH say that I push THEIR buttons. What buttons?   Their belly buttons? Their shirt buttons?? WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT????!!!   They only say this when they have an angry face or angry eyes. Sometimes they have a sad AND angry face when they say this. We call this SAD-MAD. So if I push their buttons and it is such a big deal, maybe they should stop telling me that and start telling me WHAT BUTTONS!  WHAT BUTTONS ARE BEING PUSHED???   No one ever talks about WHAT these buttons are or WHERE they are or WHY they are buttons.  Seems kind of important to me. 

But I’m only 4.

SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME OUT so we can all forget about these buttons and all this silliness, get some sleep, stop being SAD-MAD and get back to what I want to talk about.