As I'm sitting here, catching up posts, I'm reminded that one day several months ago, I was sitting in the living room and I heard Nathan say, "Calm down, Nathan. Just calm down."
I looked up and he was standing on the countertop, facing the couch in the living room (it's a great room sort of thing - there's only a walkway width between them). He was trying to convince himself that he could jump from the counter to the couch successfully.
He did end up doing it, but it was really cute to hear him talk himself through it.
And here's a more recent picture. The night after school pictures, Brent gave him a mohawk of sorts. He was so excited. We went over to my parents' house to show them and he has one of my dad's chameleon's on his head.