He always acts as though he will go right to sleep for nap time but as soon as we shut the door Nate the artist comes to life.
Here is one of his creations I discovered on his pillow the other day. He wrote all of his loves. He documented the names of the three girls he likes and then he drew a baseball underneath their names. I found it extra sweet that his beloved blankey was right next to his work.
Loves
He was really proud of this next creation and he even told me a little story about it. “Look at my porcUpines, momma. See, there’s a mean one and a happy one. The mean one is named Nate. They’re my porcUpines.” I will always remember how adorable he sounded when he pronounced the word. His tiny voice, emphasizing the “u”. I can’t imagine him being the mean porcUpine – or, in fact, any porcUpine pronounced like that being mean.
PorcUpines
Are You Zhazha? 
Super duper sweet. Love.
Thanks, Betsy! I’m glad you like his porcUpines. Man, spellcheck did not like that word.
He is so cute! I hope I’m around to see him grow into such a fine young man, I just Love Him…