My Nathaniel

My Nathaniel is a little stinker. Yes he is my "Gift from God." But at times, I've wondered if that was a gift of patience. Where Nathaniel is, stress is sure to follow close behind. But he's adorable, and he's my baby. :) Spoken as a true mother.

So the other day, my sister Bonnie was taking my kids out for the morning. Since a friend of theirs went along, they had to take two cars.

Bonnie asked Madison, "Who do you want to come in the car with us?"

Madison suggested that they bring Brendan's friend Nicholas with them.

Bonnie answered, "Well, I think that Nicholas would want to be with Brendan, why don't we bring Nathaniel?"

Madison quickly looks up, furrows her eyebrows and asks, "Why are you doing this to me?" Bonnie laughed because she knew that little brothers can be quite the annoyance at times, and decided to go with plan B.

Her husband Jerry was on the other side of the driveway, unaware of what just went on. So she walks over to him, "Jerry," she says, "I'll take Madison and Brendan and Nicholas in my car. You can take Graham and Nathaniel, ok?"

Jerry quickly looks up, furrows his eyebrows and says, "Why are you doing this to me?" So much for plan B.

Yep, when it comes to my baby, that pretty much says it all...

So Bonnie took Graham and Nathaniel in her car, and has since noticed the premature gray that set in.