Daddy Love

So Michael is in a HUGE "Dad is the Best" stage. THe other day (I think it was last Tuesday), I found Michael on the floor at the foot of my bed. He had found this framed picture I had of Brian. He put it on the floor, standing up and everything. Like it was on display. And he was laying in front of it, on his belly, with his face cupped in his hand. Just staring at it adoringly.

WOW. If I went to work all day, he probably would not miss me like that.

Last week, we went to Square Rene Legall...per usual in sunny weather. While we were walking back home...Michael stopped quite abruptly and said to me,

"Watch out for that little guy over there."

I looked over to where he was pointing and it was a 6'2" African-French city worker cleaning the leaves off of the sidewalk. Uhh...I'm going to have to explain to him what "little guy" really means.

Since Michael does not have his own blog anymore, I realized I have stopped posting about his developments. Like when he started making sentences or when he could jump with 2 feet. Well, he can do both of those things now. And he's been doing it for at least a couple of weeks. Oh yes, and he can also do stairs by himself...almost. I wouldn't leave him alone without spotting him...but he can do them.

He can also get on the escalator by himself without much hesitation. Brian is going to have to tell you when he started doing that because I still hold his hand. This is probably more for the fact that I still can't get on the escalator without doing some stupid little nervous foot shuffle first.

There was a Sunday a long time ago...while Brian was gone in Arizona. The Sunday where he was sick. He must have been feeling ok from the fever reducing medication because he asked me to take his shopping cart out. So I let him. And he took me ALL the way to Italie2 (about 10 minute walk away) all by himself. No directions or guiding from me. He knew the way.

When we got there...all the stores were, of course, closed. It is SUNDAY after all. And so I ask Michael, "What are going to do here Michael? All the stores are closed!" He looks up at me and says, "Toy store Mommy."

The resulting explanation of what "closed" meant and the wearing off of fever medication resulted in a huge teary tantrum and me carrying Michael AND his shopping cart the whole 10 minute walk back home.

I think that's all the things I needed to blog about Michael. And I feel badly because with all the time I spend taking pictures of other people's kids...I haven't had that many of my own! Whenever we go anywhere with other families...I tend to spend more time taking pictures of other people's kids more than Michael. THAT STOPS NOW. Ok, Maybe after London when I see what The Thomason's daughter can do in front of a camera!

Love,
P