TWO and three months
Well my little Micah man is two, which just happens to be his favorite number. Actually it’s the only number he knows, but when asked how old he is, he’ll say it with passion. I love it.
What a gift this little man is. He certainly keeps us on our toes. But oh my does he bring some good laughs. I’m so thankful that I’ve got the opportunity to be his mom for the past 2 years (and three months).
It seems like my Micah stories are endless…..maybe because he’s just so curious, and quiet…and fast.
Snapshot @ Two……
Motor skills are your specialty. We often call you our little jumping bean and I think bouncing houses were made for you. You’re our budding alpinist; if you are determined enough no height will stop you. Another favorite game you like to play is called; see how fast mommy can run to catch me. Once eye contact has been made you’ll jump regardless of how close I am. We’ve had some close ones but thankfully I’ve made it just in time.
You love to throw things; we’re working on finding the appropriate objects that may be thrown right now. Although that time you threw your roast beef past Aunt Nat and hit your brother in the face during prayer time at dinner was classic.
You’re strong and one of your favorite games to play is to run from behind someone if they are sitting on the ground/bed and jump on their back and try to pull them to the floor. You win that game a lot. You also know how to hold onto a toy when someone else is trying to take it. A skill necessary with local playmates.
You love playing with your brother’s little legos and your duplos. You can spend hours building, building and building. Usually cars or airplanes…. and those noises, you are great at sound effects. When you are not building you usually are playing with your beloved tractors, trucks or cars.
Recently you’ve started becoming interested in art projects but I think it’s more about pointing at the fridge and showing me what you made often throughout the day.
You still take eating seriously. You come to the table with a plan and there is no playing around. You know the routine. Get in your chair, strap in, add your tray and fold your hands for prayer. You love pizza, and any form of bread, you adore cheese, noodles and fruit. You are hit and miss on your veggies and still will not take a drink of milk without spitting it out. But oh how you love yogurt and I’m always amazed at how much you can eat.
You love to read and love to curl up on our laps and will keep bringing book after book.
You still are a terrible sleeper, but thanks to blackout curtains you’ve learned to sleep until 7:00 a.m., well some days. You are an active sleeper, and recently we’ve been woken up one too many times to a foot kicking our heads from little boy who’s slipped in bed with us, and decided that laying horizontally along our pillows is the best place to sleep.
You’ve finally started saying more words and are starting to use 3 word sentences. Your memory is improving and almost daily you tell me “bird, shhhheeeeewwww, mama bye, bye.” While pointing at the balcony and still remember the very traumatic event a few months ago when you went out on the balcony and a bird flew right past your ear and I had to face my own fears of birds and open the window for our little birdie friend to escape.
And last but not least those eyebrows….you can communicate so much with those things.
I love those little brown eyes with curiosity glistening in them. I love that we have to work a little to get a smile out of you. Love how you get excited over tractors and trucks. I love your requests to be held. The snuggling and wrestling, the bear hugs, the passion you have for life. I have a feeling this year is going to be a good one to help shape your character. I pray daily for you to grow into a leader after God’s heart.
I love you Micah Man. All 35#s of you.