Micah is trying harder than ever to prove that he is not a little preemie baby anymore, but rather, a big boy. Okay...he didn't say that in so many words, but a mother knows. He still loves his snuggles and kisses and hugs, but sometimes he just comes on my lap for more of a "huggle". (That is my little word for a short, quick bit of love from the kiddos.)
*A mini language explosion...now says more (mo'), please (eese), bus (buh), and bye (bye).
*Loves to sit at the table and counter and see what's up.
*Wants to color.
*Often lets me know when he is stinky. Either he brings the wipes over or he pulls up his shirt, points his rear in my direction, and grunts for me to check his pants. Sure wish 3 year old Glory would do the same, *sigh*.
*Wants to feed himself his oatmeal, ummmm, NO.
*Throws his diaper in the trash and claps and says "yay".