Micah, my little happy baby, you can finally sit up on your
own, enough that I can walk away without worry and enough that your brother
won’t knock you over easily when he races past you. You say “Bye Bye!” (sounds like "dye dye") and wave
your arm and think it’s funny to do so.
Your favorite person is still Asher. It almost hurts my
heart to see how much you adore him, only because most times the feeling is not
reciprocated because you are after his toys. However, you are not afraid to
yell at Asher if he takes away a toy you are playing with. You get so mad and
yell and I think it’s hilarious. It stops your big brother in his tracks and he
usually returns the item, if not he will find you a “baby toy” to replace it
with.
Speaking of baby toys, you don’t care much for them. You see
your brother’s big boy toys and think they look lovely! For now, it’s easier to
keep them away because you have stopped rolling where you want to go and just
kind of stretch toward the object. You are getting your knees under you
sometimes, but no movement yet.
Bath time has become a riot. Much of the time bath time is
now shared. If Asher sees you in the tub he races to join and you splash like
there is no tomorrow. I mean, there is water EVERYWHERE when you are finished.
You don’t mind water in your eyes and you and Asher go to town in the bathtub.
You don’t mind if he splashed your face even though we don’t like it much and
try to keep the intensity under control. You don’t help much in that arena
though.
Bed time for you is 7:30 and you will sleep until 6:30-7:30,
with many breaks at night. That’s something we are going to have to remedy
soon… You still will nap twice per day but you aren’t on much of a schedule for
the first one.
I love your kisses, giggles, and hugs. You are such a blessing to our family. I know I have said this over and over again, but I have learned in this world that there are never to many opportunities to say “I love you”.
