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”.