A Time to Treasure: An Ode To Micah (on what could be his last week as baby of the family!)

I missed the boat on your birthday post, Micah, but it's not for lack of love. :)

It's a month late, but HAPPY BEING 2 - Here's what we LOVE ABOUT YOU!

You make life extremely interesting, hilarious and busy - every day! You do things like press the key fob for the van from your sunday school class during church, setting off our van alarm outside the sanctuary in the middle of the sermon. :) You hang your body out the door with the garage opener and open and close, open and close the garage door until someone stops you. You use your hair as a napkin and your shirt as a kleenex. No minute is dull with you around!

You hate waking up (always yelling out in anger) but you LOVE being in your bed. You stay there for at least an hour extra every morning, singing and playing. You are always and forever running, jumping, spinning and climbing, but will sit still for a good book or as many songs as you can get us to sing. You LOVE singing your ABCs...and yelling, "ORR TURN!" (your turn!). If we try to take a turn you shout, "NO NO NO NO NO!" with a big smile, happy to be 2 and in charge of something. Your favourite worship song is Chris Tomlin's "Yahweh" which you belt out at the most random times...often when I need to be reminded who is Lord. :) You ask us to play it over and over in the van.

You sing all the time.

And play air guitar while jumping.

You drum on everything.

You make us smile.

Nana and Bapa arrive!

You like to call your tummy freckle, "Nor button" (more belly button), you're a gifted cuddler even with my huge belly in the way, and you adore sticking your blankies in between your toes and fingers when you fall asleep. (But if a hair or a thread accidentally makes its way between those toes and fingers, WATCH OUT - you will yell and panic!)

When we ask if you have a poop in your diaper you always reply, "No sanks!" (no thanks). If you want something from a stranger you will hold your hands behind your back, give them big eyes, and say, "Peeeeez?"...especially if you know it might not be allowed. :)

You still call out "Mommy! Mommy!" (tattling on yourself) if you're about to do something naughty - which has spared us many wall drawings, broken limbs, and vacuum jobs. If you're proud of yourself you chant, "Ook ME, Mommy!" (Look at me, Mommy) or "ATCH THIS, Mommy!" (watch this, Mommy). You're learning to cut with scissors, and try to cut my finger off for giggles. Sometimes, you wind up and hit Ellie or Josh just for fun. Yesterday I watched from a distance as you snuck up behind a boy you didn't know WITH A BIG STICK and whacked his bum!! Thankfully you are just as generous with your apologies and gentle kisses. We'll get this one sorted out. :)

You squish ants and bring them to me.

You love holding babies, even if they are as big as you.

You and I love talking about colours - but you call EVERYTHING yellow first, just for a joke. Every time.

You say 'hi' to everyone you meet or see...often as you run past them on your way to another destination, or as you run into their arms for another big hug.

When you're bored you turn into a puppy, squish yourself between our legs and bark and refuse to leave.

(Micah was a bit hypnotized by his candles. :)

Because of you, I find toys cars EVERYWHERE. Hiding behind picture frames, parked on the piano keys, in your bed, you name it. You concentrate so hard as you watch the wheels spin, driving cars up and down stacks of books and into nooks and crannies. Every time I find a car when you're asleep, I smile. Micah is in my house.