Addendum to My Last Post

So, I wrote lots of cute things about the Mikage (a nickname) the other day, but later that day I thought of several things that I should have included in that post about him. So, here they are...

Micah does this adorable little "food dance" when he thinks he's about to get something to eat that he really wants. He will dance at other times if hears music, but this is a special dance reserved only for the prospect of yummy foods. It's usually when he's in his high chair (since that's where he eats), and he just sort of rocks back and forth really fast while kicking his legs 90 to nothing. It's hard to describe, but really funny to watch. I might ask him if he wants a cookie, and instead of nodding or saying "yes" (which he normally does both of those things) he will do the dance in giddy anticipation of said cookie. Wish you could see it!

I mentioned that he's talking more and more these days. One of the cute things he does is repeat the last word of whatever song that I'm singing. I almost always sing a little song to him before I put him down for sleeping. Lately almost every time I finish the song, he will sing the last word after me. It's so precious. He's also asking (at least I think this is what he's doing) how to say things. He points to something and says "that" in a a questioning way. He says "that" a lot in reference to anything and everything that he doesn't yet know how to say. It's kind of like the word "smurf" for him.

And lastly, he is reaching for everything these days. Nothing on the kitchen cabinet or table is safe anymore. At least he hasn't started climbing up on the stools to grab things, though I'm sure that's only a matter of time. The other day I was at the kitchen sink and turned to discover him holding the bowl of honey without the lid on it. Thankfully there wasn't much honey left in it, so it didn't make a big mess. But he's come very close to turning things over and spilling things on the floor. I suppose it's only my fault when I leave things too close to the edge. I still remember when Joshua was this age and he brought me a big knife that he had pulled from the sink of dirty dishes. I was sick! But I was grateful that he hadn't hurt himself. Another time he brought me a glass mug with water in it that had been sitting on the table. He hadn't even spilled it! Hopefully Micah won't have these opportunities. :o) We just have to be more careful now that's he bigger!