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No, I'm not referring to the cute animated movie about the super-powered dog named "Bolt". My title is in reference to my youngest son anytime he sees me with a tissue in my hand coming after him. The poor little guy has had a faucet for a nose for quite some time now, and he's constantly in need of a nose wipe. He, however, doesn't really enjoy getting his nose wiped, so when he knows that's what's up, he's takes off and bolts the opposite direction. He also does this when he's taken hold of something he's not supposed to have and knows I want it back. He sees me coming, grins really big, and starts running away so I'll chase him, giggling all the way. If he wasn't so stinkin' cute when he's doing it... The picture below is him bolting.
In other Micah news, he's now 15 months old and is still the joy of the family. His brothers can't wait to see him every morning after they get up. Except for the persistent runny nose, he's as healthy as can be, weighing in around 23 lbs. He absolutely loves to pull his socks off and I can't keep them on him, even though it's getting colder and colder in our house. He thinks taking off his socks is really funny. He's also super chatty, saying more words every day. Joshua and Luke both love to try to get him to say things and find great personal accomplishment if Micah actually repeats after them. He was running around saying "Aargh!" like a pirate the other day, so the boys wanted him to wear the pirate hat and patch (see below). When the three of them are laughing together about something, there's not much greater joy for a mommy! Besides just trying to say and do more, Micah is beginning to express his opinion or desires when he can. If he wants something specific that he can't reach, he'll point to it and sign "more" or "please". If I ask him if wants the book, then he'll nod his head up and down in response. If I'm trying to give him another bite of food too soon, he'll be sure to shake his head "no" until he's ready. And there are certain books that he readily recognizes and wants read to him over and over again. "Chicka Chicka ABC" and "I Love You Through and Through" are two of his favorites right now. If you tell him to get one of them, he'll look through a pile of books until he's located the one you asked for. He actually likes to put on hats and wear them around for a little bit. Maybe he knows how cute he is... And for the finally bragging that I'm going to do about Micah, today he did his first push-up. Push-ups are a form of punishment for the 2 older boys, so since Micah sees them do them often, he decided that he should do some too! Aargh!
Having 3 boys who were all born in the summer (i.e. same season of clothing), I have A LOT of boy clothes sorted into big bags under my bed. Being the anal, I mean organized, person that I am, all the clothes are sorted according to size and season and labeled accordingly. So that does make things somewhat easier to find when I need them. However, even with my organized system, it's still a pain to make the season switch for 3 boys. With the arrival of the recent cooler weather, I finally had to break down and get all the bags out and start figuring out who can fit into what this fall/winter. This also includes not only, trying on things, but also sorting through all the things that are currently in their dressers and packing them up properly. I had high hopes of getting it all done yesterday, but I only got Micah's clothes switched out. This whole process often involves a week or so of having these huge bags out in our room waiting for all the summer clothes (which may be in the dirty clothes hamper or drying on the line) to be packed away or, you know, just waiting for me to get all the winter clothes out and in their dressers. Even today, I had to dig clothes out of the bags for the big boys to wear instead of getting something from their dressers. Maybe I can get work on it this evening after Luke's rest time. Eventually, when I feel satisfied that everything is complete, Jeremy can help me get the bags back under the bed (which requires his muscles to lift the bed while I shove the bags under). It's always nice not to have stacks of boy clothing around our room waiting to be put in the right bag. :o)
Yesterday, when I was sorting through and trying to figure out who had and who needed coats, boots, mittens, etc., the boys had a hay-day trying on hats, gloves, and scarves and running around the house. They were all bundled up shouting, "Winter's almost here!" Luke was laying on the floor making a "snow angel". Even Micah wanted to put his hat on. It was really funny.
Even though the cooler weather is here, at least today was a lovely day. We had our normal house church time, then decided to go out to the park to play little bit. Even in the car, Joshua said, "It's such a lovely fall day!" He does have a way with words, that one. We had a fun time at the park; so glad we went! We usually go on Saturdays, but yesterday was really cloudy and cold and dreary. Today is blue sky and sunshine, though still a little nippy. Fall is my favorite time of year!
Okay, so maybe that title is a little misleading. I don't personally have an announcement to make, I just wanted to tell another funny Joshua story. :o) We went to a fun cookout last night with some other Americans. Joshua and another kid were playing on scooters and having a grand old time. So Joshua proceeds to shout (very loudly, I might add) "Ladies and gentlemen..." Of course, everyone stops and turns around to see what the announcer has to say. But the announcer didn't really have an "important" announcement to make. He was just in his own little world. So he was like, "We will now start the scooter races!" And he takes off on his scooter, oblivious that the child on the other scooter doesn't have a clue that there is a scooter race. One of the adults there commented to me, "Your children totally crack me up!" I'm so glad that we can amuse others. Our children certainly amuse us!
We just finished "dinosaur" week and I'm hopefully going to post pictures about the fun things we did. But for now, I am compelled to try to my best to convey a very funny incident that took place on Saturday... According to our recent family tradition, we were at the park on this lovely Saturday morning. This park has quite a few big statues that the boys like to run around and play "hide-and-seek" on. So they were playing away when this cute little chunky local boy comes up and tried to start playing with them. The 3 boys ran around and around the statue laughing and playing for a while. Now keep in mind that this little boy didn't speak English and my boys don't really speak the local language so they were playing without really talking to each other. Normal for us. Well, then the little boy started putting his hands up and growling like he was an animal and was chasing my boys. He seemed to have quite the imagination as he played and wasn't being mean or anything; he was just playing. But Joshua and Luke both ran over to me and said they were scared of the the little boy because he was a "T-Rex". I told Joshua he shouldn't be scared but he should just pretend he was a triceratops (his current favorite dinosaur) and try to get the little boy with his "horns". I was confident that Joshua could do this playfully and not really try to hurt the boy or anything. Joshua thought for a minute then said to me, "No, I want to be an ankylosaurus." I thought it was a little strange that he would want to be that dinosaur, but whatever. Now, before I go on, you must know that an ankylosaurus was an armored dinosaur with a club-like tail that it would swing at predators as a means of protection. Already armed with this information, Joshua proceeds to walk up to the little boy, turn himself around so that his backside was facing the boy and started, shall we say, "shaking his tail" at the boy. I cannot imagine what the little boy's father was thinking as he watched Joshua. But as soon as Joshua started doing it, I knew what he was trying to do and I burst out laughing. Of course, then I called Joshua over and encouraged him to try the club-like tail some other way than shaking his bottom all up in the boy's grill. I still laugh now just thinking of what Joshua did. Shortly after that the boy and his father left. I wonder why...
Isn't imagination such a fun thing?
Okay, so the other day Daddy and I walked into the living room only to find Joshua and Luke in the act of jumping off the coffee table. Just as the correction was about to ensue, Luke took a dive and hit the floor with a loud crack. "Crack" is not a good sound when it involves small bodies hitting something. (Trust me, I know.) There was no blood, but Luke was screaming, so I was holding him on the floor trying to console him and get him to tell me where it hurt. His response was "everywhere!". Thankfully, he was not really hurt in any major way, though I'm sure he was sore for at least 5 minutes. Anyway, while I was holding Luke and trying to talk to him through his crying, Daddy was trying to stave off Micah (who thought we were playing on the floor) and Joshua (who wanted to "help"). Seizing the opportunity for what it was, Daddy proceeded to talk to Joshua about the disadvantages of jumping off the coffee table. To which Joshua asked (totally serious), "Daddy, but when you're not looking or not at home, can we jump off the table then?" At least he was honest. :o) It does make me wonder what else they think is okay to do when we're not looking...
It's been a while since I updated you about Micah's happenings, so I thought it was high time to do so for my 14-month-old. First of all, he's still wins cutest one year old award, hands down (unless you're referring to my other boys at this age, then it's a 3-way tie). He's walking/running anywhere and everywhere and even recently (when exposed to stairs for the first time) has begun climbing. He totally wants to be all up in whatever his big brothers are doing, but also likes to wander off by himself to see what he can find. As of this week, he is completely weaned (which went off without a hitch both for mommy and baby), and is in general hard to contain. He's still snuggly when he's tired, but otherwise prefers being down playing or running around rather than being held (unless there are strangers around). Best of all, he's starting to say more and more words! He says Hi/Hello to most people and sometimes even says, "Hi guys!" Please, eat, more, baby, cookie (his favorite word), night-night, Mom and Dad are also all part of his repertoire of speaking these days. He knows the signs for some of the words (especially "cookie"), but he usually just says the word. He's got 8 teeth now (that I've counted) and thinks he can eat anything. He actually does have quite the appetite, sometimes rivaling his brothers in the amount he can put away. He does still pucker up for kisses from time to time, and is generally a very happy little guy. I wish you could all see him now because he's just so much fun!
