At the playground Micah wants others to notice him spinning on a playground toy. “Kids! Looka me!”
The kids are squabbling over some toys.
“Hey!” Sarah says to Brin. “He shared his skulls with you. You can share your rats with him.”
While riding our bikes, Micah wanted to “cheers” our helmets. It was less painful than expected.
Micah asks to be excused from the table so that he can play with his marble run. “Mahbo run?”
Brin looks at me and says “Micah finds his truth every morning and every evening.”
This morning Micah asks if he can use his iPad. “Papa, purple iPad?” But in his toddler voice it comes out as “pa pa pa pa pa pa?”
Micah got very excited when the robot vacuum turned on, saying “Black vacuum! Black vacuum!” Brinley, 5, responded with, “Kids. They’re just so silly.”
“Papa!” Micah beseeches, holding up his poop-covered hands to draw attention to this current moment’s predicament.
Micah’s name for our mean cat Regan is “Ow”.
As an annual Christmas tradition we always walk down by the river in Golden, looking at all the Christmas lights they’ve put up. This year Micah is old enough to walk well, so we go at his pace. As he marvels at this or that set of lights every 20 yards, his eyes go wide and he slowly says, “Whooooaaaaa…”
Micah is trying to figure out how to activate the old camera that Mommy gave Brinley. Handing it to me, he steps back slightly to look at it, furrowing his brow and slowly tapping his lips while saying “Hmm…” as I turn it on.