He likes to steal Sadie's thunder. She often roams around the house, singing songs to herself. He will follow her, singing a made-up song of his own. This drives Sadie crazy and fills Micah with much glee. His current favorite song is "Jingle Bells." He wanders around, singing, "Dingo boss, dingo boss, dingo boss, dingo boss..." He doesn't ever sing the other parts - jingle all the way, oh what fun, etc. Just Dingo Boss, over and over again.
He is very tender and kind to his little brother. But not to any of his other siblings. He's a brute. Slapping, pushing, punching, throwing toys at them ... these are part of a normal day with him.
He refuses to potty train. I think I'm just going to have to go cold turkey with him. When I get up the mental strength...
He loves to help with the laundry. His favorite thing is to put wet clothes in the dryer, put in a dryer sheet, and SLAM that dryer door shut as loudly as he can.
His hair reminds me of a baby chick's hair. Yellowish-white and very fluffy.
He loves to take baths. He asks for a bath like four times a day. He gets really mad when I limit his baths to one. He screams and yells at me about it.
He really hates his occupational therapist. He yelled at her today: "Top it! I hay you!!" However, he adores his developmental therapist. With him, you catch him with honey better than vinegar. That's for sure. His OT hasn't figured that out yet. Sigh.
He wishes I would paint his fingernails and toenails. I won't do it. So he hides in his room and colors his nails with crayons.
He hates naptime. A lot. We have to lock him in his room for naptime and bedtime, and he finds small toys to use as makeshift keys to jimmy the lock from inside and escape. He's our own little Houdini.
He loves it when I pretend to eat his toes. He also loves being tickled. He also loves it when I rock him in my arms and sing a really rough, violent rendition of "Rockabye Baby," complete with near-drops and fast swinging and shaking. It's a very wild wind rocking the baby in the treetops. The likes of winds we see in Idaho.
He loves flip-flops. He puts his, Sadie's, and Dylan's on several times per day.
He stopped wearing shirts as wigs for awhile, but now he has resumed the practice. I wonder if it's some kind of security thing. Like, he was feeling secure, so he stopped wearing his hair, but then he started feeling insecure again? It started happening again the week of Christmas break. Who knows.