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Mr. Mischief

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M-I-C-A-H spells MISCHIEF.

This morning, as I lay half awake in Micah’s bed while he ran around his room and played, it suddenly occurred to me that I was hearing a strange sound in the next room. I lifted my head and listened closer. It was water splashing. What in the world? Suddenly the sound registered. The Toilet! I swore the bathroom door was closed, but as I ran to the bathroom (just next door to his room) I quickly realized I was wrong. There he was, holding a toothbrush and using it to violently stir and splash the water in the bowl.  Ewwwwwwww….. I washed his ARM really well and then plopped him back in his room. This is why I am always asking guests as they leave the bathroom in our house, “did you close the bathroom door?” Bathrooms and toddlers don’t mix. If he’s not swimming in the toilet, he’s unraveling the roll of toilet paper. Then he starts pulling stuff out of the trash. I can’t wait until he learns the word “gross” so I can explain to him how nasty these tendencies are.

(Pic: Someone really enjoyed his mini chocolate cupcake yesterday…)

Softball Season

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This past Thursday was Eric’s second softball game of the season. The games rotate between three or four time slots, so sometimes he’ll play at 6:30 and sometimes he doesn’t start until after 9pm. Since this last game was an early one, I decided to come along and bring the little guy so he could see his first softball game! We hung out with Grandpa behind the dugout.

It didn’t take long before Mr. Micah started wiping out in the dirt. Not that he cared; he was too busy exploring all the grass, spare bats, fences, picnic tables, softballs and little kids running around. I was proud of his dusty badge of honor on his rear. He’s my little tough guy!

Every time Eric was in view on the other side of the fence, Micah would shriek and point. He just loves his daddy! Eric was playing catcher, which according to him is a very boring position, but he did a good job.

He was a little rusty with the bat, but it’s the beginning of the season and he didn’t play last year. I’ll give him some slack. Plus, if I were to step up to that plate, we’d all be laughing for a very long time.

Softball didn’t really hold Micah’s attention. He was more interested in running all over the park. He was really intense. For a child that usually never lets his mama out of sight, he sure goes wild outside. He just kept going full speed ahead. I’m not even sure if he knew what he was headed for, but he was on a mission.  He probably would have run clear to the other side of the park had I not picked him up and brought him back, much to his disappointment. I think he loves the outdoors because there are no walls or boundaries. He perceives ultimate freedom and decides he’s gonna make a break for it.

The game got cut short because the other team was so far ahead. We got creamed. I was rooting for Eric, but I was also really cold and very relieved to get out of there early. We went to Culver’s afterward with Eric’s dad and a few of our friends. Everyone was amazed by Micah’s appetite; he ate an entire kid’s meal by himself.  The only part of the kid’s meal he didn’t eat was the dessert, but that’s because I ate it. Babies don’t need cookies, and I couldn’t let it go to waste, right? hehe… I know I’m terrible! I’ll let him have the cookies when he’s a little bigger, I promise!

You’re My Little Fluffy One…

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My mom and I like to sing that song (it was in the Yoplait Whips commercial) to Micah because he is so cute and cuddly – “fluffy” does seem to be the perfect word to describe him. When I was taking these photos, the song came to mind again, probably because of the fuzzy white blanket I was using. These are the pictures I wish I would have taken when he was a newb, but then again, I didn’t have my Nikon when he was a teenie, so I wouldn’t have been able to get the same effect.

Clearly, Micah was thinking I was crazy for trying to stick him in a basket. It only took him 2.5 seconds to get out.

Oh, how I love sunlight on a fuzzy baby head… And chubby little fingers… And overalls with nothing underneath to show off squishy little arms…

Baby teeth and dimples make me melt.

I think it’s funny how he holds a pacifier almost like a baby cigar. He’ll chew on it and then drop it on the floor when he finds something else more interesting.

That Really Is My Child…

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Do you ever look at your kid and see a little bit of yourself – or maybe even a lot of yourself? I took this picture of Micah sitting on the couch last week and I realized it is very similar to the pictures my mom has of me sitting on the couch in front of the window when I was about the same age.

We’re always saying how much he looks like Eric, that when I see a resemblance to myself, it’s a little surprising.

Micah, Your Mother Is Not Perfect

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Dear Micah,

From the title of this letter, you might think this was one of those, “Dear son, I’m sorry I yelled at you today,” kinds of letters. It’s not. This is much more amusing. You see, this morning you discovered two things about your mother: she has armpit hair and gas, and both are hilarious to you.

When I shuffled to your room this morning at 4:30am, I found you standing at the door with a big smile on your face. I swept up all 22 pounds of you into my arms and plopped you back in your big boy bed. Then, because I was only half-conscious, I laid down next to you, hoping it would trick you into sleeping in. Lucky for me, we both fell back asleep. You are the world’s best cuddler, though we are still trying to teach you how to kiss with your teeth safely hidden behind pursed lips.

Around quarter after seven, I felt you stir and I opened my eyes to see you hovering over me like a bobcat with a wild look in your eyes and a creepy, toothy grin on your face. You now have just enough hair to have bed-head, which made you look even crazier. When I smiled at you, you laughed and crawled right up on top of me. You are my little monkey.

Then I saw your gaze shift to my armpit as I stretched my arms behind my head. Micah, I’m usually pretty good about this, but every once in a while I go a few days without shaving my underarms, and wouldn’t you know, this was one of those times. Wouldn’t you know, your chubby fingers darted straight for the stubble and started flicking it, making me feel incredibly awkward. My first reaction was to pull my arm down quickly and say, “hey,” which of course, made you laugh.

And then as I sat up, I felt a rumbling in my stomach. In your thirteen months of life, I have never thought twice about farting in front of you, after all you are a baby, and isn’t that like farting in front of your dog? But, this time was the first time you laughed. You didn’t just laugh, you nearly keeled over with silly laughter, and you knew exactly where that sound came from. I know this because you just started laughing at your own gas this week.

Micah, this is the point in your life where two things will change. One, I will always keep stubbly armpits hidden from your sight from now on. Two, I am not going to fart in front of you anymore. You will grow up never hearing me toot, because “moms don’t fart.” But, somehow deep down you’ll know I can. And someday, you’ll see a girl’s armpit fuzz and for some reason you won’t be that shocked. (Please don’t flick hers, though.) There are some things you learn as a baby and remember for the rest of your life, even if you don’t remember learning them, like the taste of dirt. This is one of those things. Yes, Micah, girls fart and grow hair under their arms just like boys do. Try not to laugh too hard.

Still One

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Micah is not turning 13 months this week. He is 1 year old. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

His eyes are still blue. If they change now, it will be weird! I love his blue eyes. I hope they are here to stay.

His serious face. He is often contemplating and pondering very important things.

He begins playing as soon as he rolls out of bed (literally rolls by the way.)

He's just smiling because he knows he's about to get a banana for breakfast.

Pointing to himself?

Backyard Shenanigans

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Aside from a few drizzles we’ve been having some spectacular weather this week. Micah gets so excited when we go outside. The past couple days we’ve stayed indoors just because we fertilized the lawn and I didn’t want him getting into that stuff. I wish I could explain this to the little boy who has been pressing his nose eagerly against the patio door! I can tell he’s anxious to get back out there and mess with the hose and explore the fence some more. More than anything else, I think he loves the vast amount of space available for running. He just goes and goes… and that has been his phrase lately, “go go go!”

I Am The Mother Of A Toddler

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Grandma's are the best at tickling!

One night we tucked in a baby, and then the next morning we woke up with a kid. At least that’s what it felt like. When I picked him up out of his high chair after dinner tonight and propped him on my hip, I realized I was holding a child, not a baby. His weight was enough to make me lean to the other side to compensate. And when I look at this picture I see a little boy. Look at those long legs and arms! This was taken the day of his one year check up. He weighed in at 21 lbs and 5 oz. He is 30 inches tall! On the charts he’s average height and lean, not that it matters.

I say this every month, but this is my favorite age yet.

Riding in Style

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As you can see, the little dude loves riding in the car. It’s like a roller coaster ride for him when he can see everything. That kid never liked riding in the car until we moved him into his “big boy” seat. Now that he can see all the action, he’s all about cruising. Do your kids like to ride in the car or do they pitch a fit as soon as the seat belt clicks?

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