A Very Bad Word

Micah really has a mind of his own these days. He's all over the place - crawling wherever he can go, using Maverick's back as a footstool to climb onto the couch, and pulling anything he can reach off of anything he can reach. There are times when I'm exhausted after following him around for an hour, but this is such a fun time in his life!

He's starting to talk! He says 'dog', 'oof' (woof), 'yoww' (meow), 'hi', 'mama', and 'da' (dad). Those are only the words we can recognize. There are many many sounds in his vocabulary, a recent favorite is once again squealing, and I know he's trying to say more than we can understand. Laughs and smiles come so easily to this happy guy, and he's a real joy to us each day!

Here are two videos from this week - look how much he's changed, and so quickly!

One recent development is that Micah can recognize if he has done something wrong. He is such a sweet-hearted, and sensitive little boy, he hates when we tell him 'no' (and not like he's being rebellious - I think he's genuinely saddened) - but mostly he hates it when he has disappointed David. With the most gentle reprimand, almost a whispered 'no' from David, Micah dissolves into tears. He cries and cries, then wants to go to his Daddy to be consoled.

Usually when I tell him no, he doesn't really care. Most of the time he'll stop doing whatever it is I tell him not to, but there are no tears like with his Daddy. I sometimes get the guilty pout sequence. The other day, Micah was playing and climbing on Mav when he leaned down and bit the couch. All I said was, "No Micah, don't bite the couch."

Probably eating a tasty snack of dog hair - his favorite.

 

'No Micah, don't bite the couch." Head goes down immediately.



"I'm so ashamed of myself - I can't even look at you Mama."



Then face down on the floor for almost an entire minute. Unfortunately I missed the step where
he pressed his face into Maverick's back for 30 seconds.

And then, within minutes, back to playing like nothing happened.

Oh, he's so sweet. I'm going to bookmark this post so that someday I can come back to it and remember how obedient he was to David and Me!

~ LOOKING BACK ~ What I've Learned in Six Months

One of the things I feel strongly that should happen with blogging, as with any form of writing, is reflection. I want to frequently take the opportunities that I'm given to reflect and learn from the experiences that I have. Being a parent has been one of the most challenging, life-changing, and rewarding experiences I've ever had, and it's only been half of a year. So, here are some things I have learned in the last six months, as a mommy to Micah.

• I don't need as much sleep as I thought I did. If you know me well, you know I'm not a morning person. (My college roommates would tell me they were afraid to come into my room in the morning, as I wasn't very happy to get up...) At this point in my life, after waking up four times a night, it's still hard to get up (I'm not so grumpy now though), but once I've gotten out of bed in the morning, I'm able to function pretty well. I do appreciate help of a cup of coffee, preferrably a Grande Cinnamon Dolce Latte from Starbucks, if you're wondering. I've never really been much of a napper, so that hasn't been an option for me. I end up feeling nauseous. I don't really find myself feeling tired all day, but when it's time for bed at night, I'm ready!
• Poop is not that gross. It hasn't really bothered me (or David, for that matter) to change diapers, even the really gross, sticky, and stinky ones. There have been a few "accidents", where we didn't get Micah's diaper on soon enough, and we had quite a mess to clean up! That mostly happened when he was smaller, and less mature. :) As he's eating more solids, they're getting to be more smelly and have a gross consistency, but I'm still not really all that bothered by it. It's probably a good thing, since when you use cloth diapers, you deal with the poop much more than with disposables.
• Laundry is not a once-a-week chore. It used to be that one time a week was often enough to wash clothes, but with diaper leaks, spitting up, and now starting to eat solids, like avocados and carrots, our laundry has doubled! It's amazing how those tiny clothes take up so much space, and how many blankets I'm washing! What a messy little guy... Add cloth diapers into the mix, and we have WAY more laundry to be done than we ever had before!
• We can no longer just go where we want to, when we want to. No longer can we just decide to go to Tri-Cities, hop into the car, and go. We now have lots of planning ahead, packing up supplies, like diapers, wipes, a change of clothes for Micah (and I really should bring one for me, because it's embarrassing to be in the mall with a spit up spot in the middle of your shirt...), toys, the car seat, the Baby Bjorn (great for Costco!), and blankets.
• Just because your baby will take the bottle once at five weeks old, doesn't mean he always will!  When you try again a month later, he just might not want it. At five weeks, Micah happily slurped his milk from the bottle, but never again has it been so easy. I didn't think I needed to practice often and consistently, because he had it down. Now, I've tried every brand of bottle, have tried when he's tired, when he's awake, when he's hungry, when he's full, in his bouncy chair, and in our arms, when I'm around, or when I'm not even in the vicinity. He chews on the nipple of the bottle like it's a toy, but doesn't really eat anything.
• Our dog is an awesome dog. (Please excuse my lame sense of humor.) I was a little apprehensive that when Micah came and "uslurped" Maverick's role as the center of our attention, we would have a big jealousy issue on our hands. Maverick has surprised me, though, and has adapted really well. He loves Micah! He lays on the floor, as close to Micah has he can get, or even on the blanket with him if he can. When we stop for gas, Maverick now growls at the attendant (pretty fiercely), as though he has to protect his baby.
• I need to learn all of the words to "It Is Well."  There was a period where Micah would stop crying if I sang that hymn, but I could only remember the first verse and the chorus. Consequently, I sang them over and over and over and over. It seemed like no other song would calm him down as well - which is very fitting, as it's a great, soothing song!
• I don't know what I'm doing. Every day I feel like I just take a guess about what might work, and a lot of times I feel like my guesses are competely wrong. I'm struggling to get Micah to be able to go to sleep on his own, without having to be rocked, held, fed, or driven around in the car. Nap time has been a huge frustration lately, leading to a lot of tears (some from Micah, a lot from me, and none from David - he's tough!). I need to spend a lot more time praying and seeking God's wisdom on what to do. I've also invested in some books to see if I can't get a better idea of what to do. Seasoned parents, what did you do? How did you get your baby to sleep?

The last six months feel like they've gone by in a whirlwind. I look at our little boy, who is getting so big, (and really heavy), and am amazed at how much I love him! It has been a challenge, to be certain, but it also has been worth every tear, yawn, smile and laugh. I know that the next six months with him will be great too!