One man band.

We bought Nate a harmonica. He thinks it's great. And he's adorable when he plays it, just runs out of breath quickly. 

Water gun.

So, we bought Nate some little water guns. It didn't take two squirts before Mufasa knew he was not going to enjoy this. Nate loved shooting Mitch and me. And Mitch and I love making Nate shoot one another. 20 minutes later, Nate is having a ball, Mitch and I are quite damp and poor Mufasa is nowhere to be found. We called him and looked in all the closets. Then we found him, hiding under Nate's crib. He was not coming out until he knew for sure the water gun was gone. But that took awhile because Nate discovered how fun it was to squirt himself in the face and in his mouth. Best .99 cents I've spent in a while. :)