tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334076812024-02-28T10:05:04.368-08:00NeatNathanalligoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407681.post-33671539238940121002008-03-30T19:40:00.000-07:002008-03-30T19:55:38.859-07:00Where's the teeth???Today was fast and testimony meeting at church, and I was sitting next to Nate. As the first person (an elderly gentleman) began bearing his testimony, Nate leaned over to me and stage whispered, <br /><br /><strong><em>"Mom, that guy doesn't have any teeth!" </em></strong><br /><br />Of course Nate thought he was being discreet, but I'm not sure that's really possible for a four year old! :-)<br /><br />Luckily, Warren (who was sitting pretty close to us) said he hadn't heard Nate's whispered comment. I just hope that the other's sitting around us didn't either!!!alligoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407681.post-70285706875043794622007-11-19T09:46:00.000-08:002007-11-19T09:50:23.999-08:00Correct me if I'm wrong.....This weekend my mom (aka Grandma Julie) came over to visit and help. She went to the grocery store for me since we were out of, well, everything. Drew ended up going with her and apparently, when they left the store, Grandma allowed Drew to ride the helicopter ride at the front of the store.<br /><br />Drew came home and excitedly exclaimed, "I got to ride the heli-doctor!"<br /><br />Nate looked at him with disgust and said, "No, Drew, it's not 'heli-doctor', it's 'heli-cockter'." Complete with a very sarcastic eye-roll. :-)<br /><br />-Allialligoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407681.post-68815546518319034932007-11-04T12:26:00.000-08:002007-11-04T12:33:11.795-08:00Candy Conundrum (Or, how sarcasm is rather lost on a 4 year old...)Halloween candy always creates a dilemma for me. We don't eat an excessive amount of candy, as a family, so I think one gluttonous holiday for my children is okay. I can't decide if it's better to spread the candy out over several days/weeks - only allowing my children 1-2 pieces per day, or if it's better to just let them gorge themselves on their candy, getting rid of it MUCH more quickly than is healthy!<br /><br />Today, after church, the boys each ate a piece or two of Halloween candy. Nate approached Warren and said, "may we eat more candy, please?"<br /><br />Warren replied sarcastically that, "just eat it all gone - or until you start to get sick."<br /><br />Nate was overjoyed by this response! He ran out into the hallway yelling to his brothers, "Dad said we could eat all of our candy! But if we start to get sick we hafta stop..."<br /><br />Warren and I just laughed! I do wish the candy would just go away, though...alligoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407681.post-87259796847657893422007-08-11T17:50:00.000-07:002007-08-11T17:53:41.151-07:00RaindropsAs most of you probably know from reading my main Lifewithlittleboys blog, Matthew has a brain tumor and is in the hospital. The other day my mom (grandma Julie) and grandmother (grandma Donna) picked the 3 little boys up from my friends house to take them somewhere. They ended up stopping at McDonalds and letting the boys play for awhile. While there, Grandma Donna started crying - everyone is apt to begin crying at any moment in this family right now! Nate came up to her and tenderly asked:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">"Grandma, why is there a raindrop on your face???"</span><br /><br />So Sweet!!alligoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407681.post-8734215422051412372007-08-09T21:17:00.000-07:002007-08-09T21:21:17.955-07:00Suprise!The other day Nate, Drew, and I were in the laundry room. Nate looked at my expanding belly and said, "Mom, when we get our baby will it be a boy or a girl?" Since this pregnancy we are being suprised by the gender, I told him, "when the baby comes out, we are going to be suprised!"<br /><br />Nate excitedly replied,<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">"Well, can it be a POODLE!!!"</span><br /><br />Um, no..... :-)alligoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407681.post-1168887275983700902007-01-15T10:50:00.000-08:002007-01-15T10:54:35.996-08:00Maybe he is old enough for Primary...Nate and Drew are Sunbeams! I can't believe that my babies are 3 years old and go to Primary now. Yesterday, I was doing Sharing Time and calling on children to tell me commandments that they can keep. Nate had his hand up so high and wanted to be called on so badly. I called on him, and he paused for a few seconds. I didn't think he understood what I was asking, so I started trying to prompt him by saying, "what do we do every night before bed, when we fold our arms." His teacher was also whispering to him, telling him to say, "say prayers." Nate hesitated for another minute and then said, very calmly, "we can get baptized." I was blown away! These little children understand more than we realize. I was so proud of him!alligoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407681.post-1167888424084477882007-01-03T21:20:00.000-08:002007-01-03T21:27:04.096-08:00Charmed, I'm sure...Nate is cute - even when he is in the midst of a knock-down drag-out temper tantrum. Warren caught Nate at one of his finer 3-year-old moments. We were decorating the Christmas tree and something made Nate grumpy because his little face turned to this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/479/2854/1600/858622/P1010150.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/479/2854/400/658634/P1010150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then it quickly became this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/479/2854/1600/444994/P1010149.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/479/2854/400/339247/P1010149.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Charming Nate, at his finest 3 year old self. Forever preserved here on my Blog!</span><br /></div>alligoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407681.post-1166580662297174012006-12-19T18:03:00.000-08:002006-12-19T18:11:02.306-08:00Gifts for the baby JesusAs I was laying down by Nate tonight, I decided to tell him the story of the birth of Jesus. I was telling him about the Wisemen bringing gifts for the baby Jesus and this fact was of particular interest to him. He wanted to know what the gifts were. When I told him that one of the Wisemen brought gold, he exclaimed, "we should give baby Jesus a <span style="font-style: italic;">treasure chest</span>!" Then he decided that what would make a <span style="font-style: italic;">really </span>great gift would be a treasure chest filled with <span style="font-style: italic;">donuts</span>!<br /><br />I don't know what he would have said about frankincense or myrrh!alligoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407681.post-1160097645153830622006-10-05T18:09:00.000-07:002006-10-05T18:25:16.216-07:00Buttering up mom<span style="font-size:130%;">I own a nightgown that is perhaps the UGLIEST nightgown known to mankind. Warren threatens to throw it out every time I wear it. He says, "Please, please, I don't care how much you spend to replace it, just BUY SOMETHING ELSE!!!" :-) It is long, white cotton, with tiny buttons at the top, smocking/embroidery across the chest, ruffled poofy sleeves, and a cotton lace trim around the whole darn thing. My good friend gave it to me 5 years ago as a gift when William was born (so not only is it UGLY, it is also very OLD). She said she thought it looked comfortable (which it is), and that it would be easy to nurse in (which it was).<br /><br />The other morning, I walk into Nate and Drew's room wearing my horrid nightgown, with serious bedhead, and bad breath. Nate sits up, looks at me in wonder and says:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" >"Mommy, you yook yike a pwincess!!!"</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">This is a boy who knows how to impress the ladies.... :-)</span><br /></span>alligoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407681.post-1158893049730101392006-09-21T19:39:00.000-07:002006-10-05T18:21:32.906-07:00Which way is which???Each night, after I tuck Nate and Drew in, Nate always says, "Mommy, will you lay by me?" Then, when I walk over to his bed, he scoots way over and says, "No, Mommy, I be in fwont, you be in back. K?" I'm not sure how he determind which side of the bed is the 'front' and which is the 'back', since his bed is sort of in the middle of the room with equal space on either side. But I sure love snuggling up to him!<br /><br />Tonight he did something else cute! It has been getting very cold at night here, so today when I went to Target I was looking at the bedding to see if I could get them a new blanket or comforter. I found some fuzzy blue microfleece blankets for 75% off! I was thrilled with my good deal. Tonight, as I was putting them on Nate and Drew's bed, Nate came over, flung himself dramatically on the new blanket and said, "Thanks Mommy. This new byanket is <span style="font-size:130%;">comfortous</span>." :-)alligoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407681.post-1156790605882652492006-08-28T11:23:00.000-07:002006-08-28T12:06:34.510-07:00Nathan goes to the ER........Again!We have lived in this house for about 18 months. As you can imagine, with four active little boys, that we take our share of trips to the Emergency room. Nate is our current record holder, though, having been to the ER four times in recent months.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">October 2005</span>: I take Nate to the doctors for what I think is a bad cough. As we are driving to the doctor, Nate can't breathe and throws up all over his clothes, carseat, and the car. I take him in to the doctors, wrapped in a jacket of Matthew's that happens to be in the car, and the doctors and nurses panic when they hear him cough. Apparently he is wheezing, and has a severe case of the croup. They give him a breathing treatment, along with a steroid shot and send us immediately to the Emergency room. At the ER they repeat the breathing treatment, and admit him right away. He spends one night in the hospital, getting numerous steroid shots and breathing treatments before he is stabilized.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">February 2006:</span> Our family is at a church party. Some of the kids are playing on the stage. The stage is about 4 feet off the ground. Warren goes to get the kids off the stage, when I see a child wrap themselves in the stage curtain, and begin to walk backwards. The child falls, almost directly on their head, onto the hardwood floors of the gym. This child is, of course, Nathan. He is doing something funny with his eyes - sort of like when you spin a child on a tire swing and their eyes flash back and forth and are unable to focus on you. He was also unresponsive for a moment before he started crying. Then, when the crying started, it didn't stop for almost an hour. I decide that he better go in to be seen. The doctor feels that, because of the loss of consiousness and inability to focus his eyes for that bit of time that a cat scan better be performed. Luckily, there is only bruising on the skull, and we are able to go home.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">March 2006:</span> On my way home from an errand I was doing while I left my children with babysitters (yes, we always hire TWO), I received the dreaded call: (child howling in the background) "Mrs. Goodworth, Andrew (this is sort of funny, because it actually turned out to be Nate) has fallen against the fireplace. He is bleeding, and I can't tell how bad it is, but I think it's pretty bad". Luckily I was very nearly home, so I just hurried a bit faster and arrived a few minutes later. Nate had been running through the living room, and the side of his head, behind his ear, had hit the fireplace and split open. So, he and I head to the ER, where he required 5 stitches. He had to be put on a straight board with straps, and a nurse had to hold him perfectly still. It made me so sad to see him cry! He seemed okay after his popsicle, though! Also funny: when the registration nurse came in to confirm our insurance information she flips through our chart and says, "Okay, I see the last time you were here was last month, is that correct.....?" I just nodded and told her I have four boys. She seemed okay with this explaination. :-)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">August 2006</span></span>: Midway through my morning, I am walking down the stairs with a basketful of laundry when I hear a "crash" and then Nathan begins crying and repeating, "I sowwy Mommy, I sowwy I bweaked yow cwock." Somehow, my clock had become part of the boys 'bad guy' game and Nathans head had shattered the clock. Of course I couldn't care less about the clock! I ran to Nate and at first didn't see anything. But then he turned his head and the other side of his head was dripping with blood. I quickly carried him upstairs to the kitchen and began dabbing the blood away. It was clear that at least one of the gashes would need to be stitched, and I was worried about slivers of glass that might be remaining in the other cuts. I called my friend who rescues me every time I have a crisis (how come HER kids never end up in the ER..........?). She came right over and Nate and I headed to the hospital. Luckily, once the doctor got the wounds clean, it was not as bad as I had feared. Two of the gashes were fairly superficial and didn't require any stitches. The third gash, did need to be repaired and today I learned that staples are not just for office use anymore! I was so suprised when they brought out this staple gun and just stapled his 1/2" gash together! Nate was so brave. He didn't cry through the entire ordeal. Afterwards I took him to the hospital cafeteria where he modeled his staples for some old ladies, and we ate a bite of lunch.<br /><br />So, you can see my other boys have quite the goal to beat! Four ER visits within a 10 month period. Ironically, none of my other boys have had to go to the ER at all, for anything! Nate is the only one. He isn't even my most daring child! Will <span style="font-style: italic;">should </span>be the child in the ER constantly. He is a little dare-devil and he thinks up games that very nearly give me a heart attack! BUT, he never gets hurt!alligoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33407681.post-1156650644875563502006-08-26T20:49:00.000-07:002006-08-26T20:50:44.883-07:00Neat NathanThis is my spot to record all the darling things that Nate does and says. He was born August 8, 2003, and came as part of a 'set'. He has a twin brother, Andrew.alligoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09893294877678845872noreply@blogger.com0