Micah has been going through some emotional turmoil lately, we assume due to feeling jealous of his brother and some normal “threenager” angst. I’m sure it doesn’t help that Kenny and I have both been going through a busy period at work, so Micah is probably getting a bit less one-on-one time than usual. And I hear it’s hard to be the middle kid. So we’ve been seeing some tantrums, hitting, and overall destructive behavior lately (e.g. writing on furniture, throwing objects across the room), interspersed between his normal cute cuddly spells (like “mommy I love you, you’re the best mommy in the world!”). Fortunately cute/cuddly Micah is still more prevalent than angry/destructive Micah.
Micah was ill and needed to stay home from school today. When Kenny was at school dropping Ezra off, he had a short conversation with Micah’s teacher, and he mentioned some of the behaviors we’d been observing.
His teacher’s response:
I don’t think he’s displaying any attention-seeking behavior at all. If we had seventeen Micahs then [co-teacher] and I would be out of a job. He’s amazing and so helpful with everyone. He helps take care of the other kids. I can’t believe he’s the youngest kid in the class.
For months I’ve been watching Micah cruise furniture and then delicately lower himself to the ground with a squat to convert to his patented gimp crawl. It’s been obvious for awhile that Micah was strong enough to walk but lacked the conviction to do so. This afternoon I used two of his favorite toys above eye level to coax some steps from him on film:
Maybe it’s because we sing “If you’re happy and you know it” to Micah all the time, but lately our son spends a lot of time trying to clap. And when he has two things in his hands he will try and bang them together. Here he is at lunch time today, celebrating the delicious bagels my dad hand-imported from New Orleans:
I love that our kids are born with a ton of hair, but our son has been getting pretty shaggy. While the comparisons to Harry Potter and 1960s Elton John were entertaining, he was having trouble seeing his food at breakfast.
I couldn’t bring myself to deal with the logistics of going out for a trim, so I took after my father and took on the role of barber this morning. While Micah was playing with his favorite teether, I made a few strategic snips to clean up our little big man’s flowing tresses.
Looks like my first week of paternity leave may have been an anomaly. Lauren worked from home most of Thursday and was off on Friday, so we had a long stretch with minimal bottle feeding. Monday morning rolled along, I was feeling upbeat and confident. Then I brought in the bottle for Micah’s morning nap and he exploded into tears. I managed to get him to take 1.5oz, but he wasn’t that happy about it. I reminded myself that often the first bottle or two of the week are the most challenging ones.
Micah took a measly 1.5oz more after his nap, though he did have a lot of applesauce for lunch. However, he was getting more and more fussy as the day progressed. I knew Micah was hungry and offered the bottle a few times, meeting with a complete refusal. I finally just put him down for his nap and he cried himself to sleep after 15 minutes. He woke up one sleep cycle later, and after another bottle refusal I started getting desperate. I offered him some milk from an open cup – Micah was very eager but only managed to get about 1oz into his mouth. I tried offering some solid foods with minimal success. Finally Lauren rescued me around 4PM.
It’s been four and a half months since we last saw our nephew. In that time he’s gotten even more cute and expressive, and it looks like the blue eyes might be here to stay. He also drools a lot more. See for yourself:
Jadon was a little worn out by the time the wedding was about to begin, but he still looked dapper in his little tuxedo