Nate’s Notes: Gotta Listen. Gotta Work.

The other day we went on a field adventure to a place where people used to catch a lot of fishies and shrimpies.   Lyla was wearing Momma on her back while Daddy and I walked around a super neat place by the water.   It was some sort of park.  In a state.  There were boats, and sticks, rocks, hills and buildings.   It started out great!  I had my listening ears on, Momma and Daddy were smiling and taking pictures, Lyla was…well, doing what Lyla does- growling.  Daddy gave me his camera to practice shots.   After all, I gotta work with a camera now, not just write. The sun was just right, not too hot, not too cold.  I found this stuff on the ground under a tree, and decided it was a good place to take pictures.    “Pictoos? Pictoos of dat Dadda?”, I asked as he watched me.   Sure Mr. Man…I’ll help you, he answered back.

 Tree Skin. Gross.

Tree Skin. Gross.

I pointed and asked my favorite question, “Whhhaats dat?”  For the biggest effect, I like to ask this about eleventeen times in a row.  “That is…the skin of the tree.  It’s coming off the tree and landing here, Daddy answered.   That. Is. Just. Gross.  Worried, I looked at my own skin and then back at the tree, and then to the ground.

It’s possible this is what set me off, or maybe it was the salt air, but my listening ears kind of fell off, like the tree skin.  After finishing my pictures of the tree skin, I looked around and noticed Momma and Lyla ahead. Camera still in hand, I ran down the hill after them.  I could hear Daddy yelling in back of me, but somehow his “no’s and stop’s” sounded like, “run away faster”!   I was almost to them when I was lifted straight off the ground.  Daddy grabbed my overalls and hauled me into his arms. Uh-oh.  He had his angry eyes on.  I turned around to see Momma…yep, she had her angry eyes on too.

There was a big story about listening, not running away, being careful, not getting hurt, not having the camera alone, and some other stuff.  The story wasn’t as cool as Papa’s stories.   I heard some of it, but mostly just started hearing the birds tweeting, Lyla growling, and the songs in my head.  It would TOTALLY have been Daddy’s fault if I had dropped the camera.  I was just trying to work.  I gotta work!  After a little bit of silence and angry-eye blinking, I summarized for them.  “Not a good idea, Nate.”   

Because my listening ears fell off, I didn’t get to take more pictures on our field adventure, AND, had to wear Daddy in the front of my backpack.  Their loss.  I could have taken so many cool pictures.  I guess you’ll just have to settle for theirs. Maybe next time.  Gotta listen.  Gotta work.

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Nate’s Notes: The Drawing Game

I know, I thought we were going to be using color crayons too.  What do you expect (wink wink- even though both my eyes still close when I try to wink) when you hear “draw”?  Well, Momma and Daddy said they were going to need my help with a game.   They called it “The Drawing Game”.   Naturally, I went to find my color crayons and tried to sneak in some highlighters and markers.  Momma quickly took the highlighters and markers away.  Not cool.  After being ignored when I threw myself on the floor thrashing in an attempt to get the markers back, I picked myself up, forgot about the markers, and decided to see what they meant.   I joined them at the table where they were writing on small pieces of paper.

I made a mad swipe at all the papers and ran, eager to see what they were about.  Daddy grabbed my overalls and hauled me back to the table.  Man.  Did I mention they are soooo serious sometimes??!!!  After resigning myself to standing there, marker-less and confused, they told me what they were doing.   Momma decided our list of field adventures for pictures was long and taking up too much room on the whiteboard in our kitchen.  She also said she wanted to add some fun to the family decision-making process and asked me what I thought about that.  I blinked at her (not winked) and thought to myself, “she DOES realize I am not even two right?  Family decision-making process?  What does that even MEAN????” .    She clearly took my blinking as a cooperative gesture because she responded, “Good!  I’m glad you like it Nate, because you get to draw the first adventure.”   Well, who doesn’t like a good game of Pictionary???!!!  THIS boy does!   So I ran to get my color crayons.  Daddy grabbed my overalls and hauled me back to the table once again.  They are SO confusing.  Do they want my help or not??

Momma said we could crumple the pieces of paper and put them in the old coffee tin.  She told me what some of them said as we crumpled.  Golden Gate Bridge;  Rodeo;  SF Zoo; Armstrong Woods; Point Reyes Lighthouse;  SF Japanese Tea Gardens;  Pier 39;  Giants Ballpark; Healdsburg Playground; Monterey; Mendocino;  Fort Ross;  Downtown Napa;  Santa Rosa Air Museum; Angel Island; Alcatraz; China Camp State Park; Yosemite;  Camping; Fort Point; Aquarium; Howarth Park; and Spring Lake.   Then she explained that “draw” is a complicated verb with many meanings.  Yes, I can draw with my color crayons.   I could even draw with highlighters and markers if she’d put on her fun-Momma cap and let me.  Well, this time, draw meant to pull out one of the pieces of paper from the tin.   Whatever- your language is so bizarre sometimes.  I’m just trying to learn it.

So, here goes…my turn to draw the first field adventure!   Got it!  And we’re going to…

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