Playing "Ketchup"

I've been MIA for a while now, so here's a nearly incoherent blog to get you all caught up.

-Micah is still sick. S.T.I.L.L. Bacterial infection causing him to vomit (and a toddler vomiting for the first time is no easy thing. It took him several days before he realized that letting it out made him feel better. So for a while, it would threaten to come up and he'd swallow it. SKIP IF QUEASY TUMMY: Because he swallows it I've changed more than a few vomit diapers. Yes, that is as gross as it sounds.). Plus he has an ear infection in both ears and he's still got a raspy cough and runny nose that seem like they're here to stay. We are one tired family.

-Micah was sitting at the table with us last night while Terry and I ate dinner. I was talking to Terry about how I needed some help or down time so that I could catch up on things. Micah picked up on my language and said, "Ketchup?" Well, his version of the word anyway. He wouldn't let up and insisted he needed ketchup with his rice. Don't worry- he didn't get any!

-Micah can count AND say his alphabet! Ok, not really. Not even close actually. Numbers, to him, go like this: "Two, three, two, three, two, three." And letters: "O, E, O, E, O, E, O."

-We've lived here for a year now and I've been driving a flippin' 15-20 minutes to get to a park. It's really started to frustrate me and I found myself one day actually praying that a park would magically appear at the end of our street. Well, it didn't appear at the end of the street, but it did appear only ONE street away from us! I just happened upon it one day and was thrilled! Only bad thing is that the equipment is too old for Micah. So he has to be accompanied on to the playground. Not a big deal now, but it will be in a few months when Caleb is here.




-Terry and I were in Micah's room getting him ready for bed a few nights ago when he told us he needed to "kee-kee" (pee-pee) before we put his pjs on. He ran to the hallway where his Elmo potty is and we waited for him in the bedroom. We heard him say "Uh-Oh" and he walked into the room with his arm straight out and his finger pointing right at me. He kept saying "uh-oh" and Terry and I wondered why "mommy was an uh-oh." We made guesses as to what he was trying to tell us, all the while he walked closer to me with his finger pointed. Then he was upon me and he put his finger right on the tip of my nose. And that's when I knew...
He'd peed on his finger and then come to happily wipe it on my nose.

The joys of boys abound!