Monday, September 15, 2008

Nate's turn!


Okay now we're onto Nate. Share a memory you have of him.

P.S. My blog is apparently not updating on automatic "updaters" like GoogleReader. So just FYI, if you use that I HAVE recently updated. Several times.

31 comments:

Rob said...

Carly fix your RSS feed.

Sean said...

I remember when Nate served time for hacking into his school's mainframe and impersonating a teacher.

Atta' boy Nate!

Carly said...

Ha ha....that's funny, I remember that one.

Thanks Rob. Hopefully I fixed it.

I was in the kitchen one time and Nate was rummaging through the bread box. He said, "I don't mean to be racist, but where's the WHITE bread?"

I laughed pretty hard. Nate is almost 13, going on 25.

Cindy said...

I remember I was in fifth grade and I was waiting in the red cart line at Peachland when I noticed a little first grader crying to himself on the benches. His back was turned to me so I couldn't quite see who it was. I then realized it was Nate! I ran over to him and found out that he had dropped his lunch tray face down on the ground so his lunch was ruined and there was no time to get a new one. I think one of his favorite items was on the lunch menu that day. I then found a "yard duty" and explained to her what happened. She allowed him to eat his lunch in the office and go to class late. It still makes me a little sad remembering Nate's sad little face as he told me what happened!

Cindy said...

Oh yeah, and I also remember when Owen chucked a rock at his head.

Rob said...

My favorite story is the hacker story. What older generations consider hacking is hilarious...eh Nate?

Bob C said...

I remember when Nate broke Willie's arm.

Lindsay said...

Awww, I'm so glad you helped him, Cindy. What a good big sister. That story would have made me cry if no one had helped him.

I remember playing bears with Nate when he was four and tucking him in at night. I also have this image of him strolling along in a parking lot somewhere with his hands in his pockets when he was a toddler and strangers were smiling at him because he was so darn cute. What the heck happened? :)

Can't forget "It's Skanksgiving!!" And that same Thanksgiving, Nate was banished to the porch for awhile during the big meal and he was climbing on the rails and impishly (sp?) grinning at everyone through the windows in the family room.

I remember when Carly threw a bowl of popcorn at Nate a few Christmases ago in Park City because he wouldn't share.

Cindy said...

Oh yeah, I recall Nate breaking Willie's arm as well. That was like, um, last Saturday??

Carly said...

Hahaha. Yeah I really wanted some popcorn.

Okay Rob, how the heck do I fix my feed. It's still not updating!!! GRRR!

KC said...

I remember when we were in Midway for Christmas and Debbie was frustrated with Nate and allowed me to drop him in the snow to cool him off.

He then proceeded to tell me he "hated my guts", so I gave him a kiss on the head. For some reason it didn't make him cheer up.

Scott said...

What did that trash can do to you Nate?

Nate has had a few nicknames I can remember: Nate-dawg, napkins, natakins, naters. There are probably more

Tadd said...

I remember Nate's hoodie phase.

Rob said...

Willie's arm is broken???

Rob said...

Scott: You forgot the no.1 nickname - Nate the Skate.

debora said...

We had just moved into Newhall II ward and I was enjoying a visit from my new visiting teachers. Suddenly they were both trying very hard to suppress their laughter. I turned around and there was three-year old Nate mooning my visiting teachers! I was mortified.

At three Nate also played t-ball for the first time. As he stepped up to the plate he very purposefully took the bat and "knocked" the dirt off each of his shoes just like the pros. It was precious.

And yes, on Saturday night Nate was wrestling with Will, fell on Will's right wrist and broke it.
I spent all afternoon at the doctors today with Will. He now has a very cool glow-in-the dark cast. Boys are so amazing.

Scott said...

Ouch, Will. I don't know what's worse, the pain of a broken wrist, or knowing for the rest of your life Dad will always threaten you with, "Want me to break your other arm?" If you have any questions about coping with the physical and emotional pain, I'm your man.

Sean said...

Don't listen to Scott, he enjoys breaking his own bones...

I call dibs on that story for Scott tho... granted I think I was the only one there.

Sean said...

Oh and actually, the No. # nickname for Nate is NATE-DOG, then Nate-diezel.

Carly said...

Uh no Sean, I was there for Scott. I witnessed the whole horrific scene. I even laughed. But Scott's turn will come soon enough and I'll share the whole story!

Carly said...

Oh and wasn't Nate the scooter? He scoot scoot scooted around on his little bum. He never did actually crawl on all fours did he?

NateDawg said...

I remember when something happened at tball and mom was carrying me away and my coach was walking with us. He said something like "its okay nate blah blah blah" and I then proceeded to tell him to shut up.

Kelli said...

I'm surprised no one mentioned when Nate burned his hand on the curling iron. SOMEone (Carly?) must have left it within reach of the little boy. We were both in Mom and Dad's room in the old house, and I was innocently watching t.v. when I heard him scream in pain.
Poor nate! And then, of course, we had to take the white family picture a few days later, and Mom discreetly hid his bandaged little hand beneath hers. Sorry Nate. That must have really hurt.

Lindsay said...

How 'bout Nate and Dad's crash on the alpine slides?

Or, a most recent one, when Nate brought a huge duffel bag "stuffed" with two pairs of boxers and some gummy worms on our Mexico trip.

Carly said...

Ahh the duffel bag. That was pretty dang funny.

A couple years ago Nate was in the habit of trying to wear the same socks for weeks on end. Seriously, it was a goal of his to never change or wash his socks. So one day I was sick of looking at his filthy, disgusting, holey socks so I grabbed him, pinned him down and took of his socks. I threw them in the trash. He was furious. I think he even dug them out of the trash when I wasn't looking.

debora said...

I am disturbed. Some of these stories make me sound like a very neglectful mother.
Nate does have some pretty interesting scars on his right hand. Third degrees burns from the curling iron and deep, deep abrasions from the fun ride down the Alpine slide with Dad. Good thing he's left-handed.

KC said...

being left handed is why Nate will never truly be accepted.

NateDawg said...

@ carlys post: yes i remember that. I went up into my room afterwards and screamed for several hours and then finally went down and got back my socks.

also, mom apparently you dont know me very well because all of those scars are on my left hand

Ryan said...

I remember seeing pictures of Nate taking Tucker around the yard on the 4-wheeler when he was little. Tucker still talks about that.

Ryan said...

I also remember when T-Mac was Nate's favorite basketball player.

Rob said...

Tmac is NOT Nate's favorite player anymore? Or should I say Tracy McGreedy.