Mud.

Nate went on an outing with Mitch. They came home with all of Nate's clothes in a plastic bag. Mitch said he was trying to get the minnows. I'm pretty sure he had a blast. 

Random fun.

This is Nate with his new Thomas the Tank sunglasses, and my waffle cone. He asked for a bite and I didn't get it back. He really likes his sunglasses too. He loves to be like Mitch. He also has picked up a bad habit of calling Mitch, MItch. Because I call Mitch to wake him up or from across the house to get his attention, Nate likes to holler it with me. It's bad though because Nate doesn't pronounce it correctly. Nate uses an R rated version. 

Nate found himself a little hidey hole while we were in Walmart. I was walking and I heard him say "bye, mom" and I turned around and saw his feet disappearing into the cereal boxes. It took awhile to get him to leave his little fort. 

And of course, Nate found himself another pile of dirt and rocks. He has a particular tree on our walk that he thinks monkey George lives in. So whenever we pass it, he hollers up the tree for George to come down. I had to tell him that George was out for the day so he planted himself under the tree to play with the rocks and wait until he came back. He had a pretty good time, even though George never showed.