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| I'm a slacker... I know this.
Micah is now a year old. 13 months on the 5th. Time has gone by very quickly and I haven't posted much of anything. I'll just give you the highlights and maybe a picture or two.
- Walking... Nay! I say! Nearly running and the owner of two pairs of Pumas, a pair of Adio, and some velcro sneakers that Britt says make him look sort of grocery-store chic.
- Eating!! He's eating food! He loves spaghetti, PB&J, even chili. The kid pretty much eats whatever I eat... which is great because I'm not the mac n' cheese/hot dog type.
- Nursing! YES! He is STILL nursing! And we're happy and plan to keep in that way! If you have something to say about it, my response is, "My kid is going to be WAY smarter than yours."
- He won't drink milk. Hm. Probably because he knows where REAL milk comes from.
- He throws fits. Not so pleasant. Where did he get that attitude from?
- He's a dancing machine!
- He plays a mean keyboard!
- He still sleeps with us and still wakes up frequently during the night. That's okay. The family bed is a real thing people. And not just for "people who live in huts."
I think that's about all for the highlights. I'm working at the bakery and waiting tables and managing at 206 again. Fun times. Micah stays home with Dad during the day, and with me in the evenings while Quentin is at work. It's working out well. He rarely has to stay with a sitter, he hasn't been sick since early this spring, and I plan to keep it this way.
So... long story short...
I love him, and he's amazing!
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| ... and ready for action! he crawls. he climbs. he screams, laughs, crawls, and climbs some more! my boy is a wild child in the making. 
if there's something that this kid loves more than the boob, it's the bath tub. he ABSOLUTELY LOVES to take baths. he's also discovered the joy of the swimming pool. it's like a big bath tub that you float in and you can make extra big splashies!!! | | |
| - Crawl.
- Crawl very quickly
- Pull himself up to stand.
- Jump like a professional basketball player.
- Dance like Pee Wee Herman... TEQUILA!
- Bang, Bang, Bang on the drum.
- Bite me with his two little teeth! Ouch!
- Give slobbery kisses! Muah!
- Sit up on his knees.
- Sit up on his bottom.
- Sit up in the bath tub.
- Tear shit up! Yeah!
- Laugh at silly faces.
- Pick things up with his thumb and forefinger.
- Drop some major bombs. Man he has some killer gas!
- SCREAM!!!!
- Act CR-A-ZY!
He can do all of these things and more. Far too many things for me to list here. We laugh and play every day. I'm happy to have him in my life. I love him with all of my heart. 
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| They wanted to pump poisons into Sushi's veins. That wasn't cool. She's back now... and driving me SLIGHTLY nuts. She really needs a home. She needs someone who can pay her the attention she deserves.
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| i handed sushi over to the southern pines animal shelter today. less than an hour ago. i'm heartbroken. i was incapable of providing her with the things that she needed: shots, preventatives, trips to the vet. it takes a lot of money, energy, and love to give proper care to a pet and over the last 6 months, i've been unable to do that for her. it was hard turning her over, but i'm hoping, hoping, hoping that she's adopted by someone. they have me listed to call if they need to put her to sleep. i don't want that to happen. if that happens, i'll go back and pick her up. she deserves more than that... which is the main reason that i've held out for so long. i've had her for almost 3 years. from the time that she was about 7 weeks old. she WAS my baby. my companion. the one that continued to love me no matter what... genuine and true. part of me hopes that they call... that the phone will ring next week and they'll ask me to come back and get her. i know that there has to be SOMEONE out there that wants her... that can give her a good home. right now, i can't do it... and it hurts my heart.
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