Every time I feel like strangling him, I should watch this video.

Micah is a REALLY REALLY HARD KID.  I spend most of my days teaching him appropriate behaviors.  "No, Micah, we don't pour soda over our brother's head."  "Micah, put on your shoes like I asked you to.  Do what I say, when I say to do it."  "You can open your own car door, Micah."  "You can go down to your room and get your toys by yourself, Micah."  "You can clean up this mess, Micah.  You moved the couch cushions; you can move them back." "Micah, you do not lie to me.  Tell the truth, or you get into even MORE trouble."  "Micah, we need to get our reading done for today.  Get up off the floor and stop kicking the couch."

I'd say that the previous sentences are all said within five minutes of time in a typical day with Micah.

I'm not exaggerating.

REALLY REALLY HARD KID.

He has a few moments in a day - let me accentuate the word "few" - where he is kind and happy and smiling and really, really cute.

When I'm helping him to brush his teeth, he does this funny thing when it's time to spit.  He'll spit, then turn around and give me this weird, toothpastey smile.  It makes me laugh every time.  He likes to cuddle.  He likes to garden with me.  There are good moments.  He's just...my squeaky wheel.

I LOVE the song, "I love it," by Icona Pop.  I can't get the video to move up here where I want it, so you'll have to go to the bottom of this post to watch it.  Which is cool. 

Every time I hear this song on the radio, it turn it wayyyyy up, and, as is my custom, do some car dancing.
Micah also adores this song.  I catch him singing it all the time.  And I think it's super, super, super cute.  I videotaped him singing it yesterday - adorbs: 

Focus on the good moments, Kar.  Focus on the good.  Another pep talk there.  I have to give myself lots of pep talks.

Oh, and by the way, I bought a bag of 24 popsicles on Monday.  They were gone by Tuesday morning.  My suspicion is that Micah ate approximately 20 of them in that time period.  Sweeeeet.