The Monk of Bath

Nate loves bath time. The NH Fiala's gave him this wicked cute towel and he thinks he's soooo cool cruising around in it when he gets out of the tub. Really, we can't argue with him because he IS, in fact, super cool in his antler towel.

Pics of Nate in his Environment

Typical Nate morning...sitting at his little table wearing comfy jim-jams, submerging his fist into his cereal, unconcerned about his bed-head.



Typical Nate evening...sitting with mom on the couch wearing comfy jim-jams, probably watching Thomas the Tank or reading 'I Stink', unconcerned about mom's bed-head.




Typical Nate day...hanging out at the park, trying to pretend that 38 degrees is Springlike and warm, unconcerned about doing a header off the 'big' slide.

Mommy's New Baby

Awww! Nate is scared of the new family member! Well, not so much a family member as a robot slave for mommy. This Roomba is perhaps the most extravagant thing I have ever bought. However, I am hoping it will be very useful in a house with 2 cats (with occasional fleas), 2 small children, and 2 adults who loathe vacuuming & sweeping. Chris said he would vacuum every day if I paid him what I paid for the Roomba, but I somehow doubt that agreement would last very long. Roomba is already loads more useful than Nate, perhaps this is why Nate feels threatened. It's as if he dumped his Kix cereal and ground it into the carpet this morning with the express purpose of proving his dominance over Roomba. But...Roomba won that round.

Check out our vintage front door...our apartment is all charm, no updates since 1910. Did I mention that charm wears thin pretty quickly?