Our Mikes

First-grade boys are a wondrous breed.  Mine is currently upstairs shrieking because he got sent to bed early.  Why? For throwing a tantrum over Wii.  I know.  I'm so unreasonable.

Micah-isms from the last few days:
I took him for his first eye appointment.  Tucker and Ben both had eye issues, so I always take my kids to the pediatric ophthalmologist.  Eyes dilated, everything is great.  Dr. P dubbed him "the most perfect eyes in Mesa."  His face fell.  "What's wrong, dude?"  "How can I be Harry Potter for Halloween now?"

Notice anything unusual about this picture?  Hint: It's not the dinosaur.
Micah thought he'd have a little snack, so he removed the lid to the Nilla Wafers and took the jar out of the pantry.  Before he could turn around, he'd knocked it into the wall and shattered the jar.  His comment? "At least you can use the lid again."

He insists on playing Stratego with whoever he can convince.  The problem?  He can't really play.  Even though he loses EVERY TIME, he still loves playing.  Don't get that one.

We decided to initiate the kids into the Denton family tradition of "Spoons."  We explained to them that in Dad's family, the game can get a little competitive, and then a little violent.  Before our first game, we knelt in family prayer, and Micah said, "Please bless no one to get bloody during Spoons."  

Mikes had to stay home from school yesterday--flu bug bit him.  Woke up running to the toilet, sometimes in time, sometimes not.  He worked his way through four pairs of boxers before he was in control again.  Once I caught him standing over the toilet, dry heaving.  "Are you okay, buddy?"  "At least I made it to the toilet for this."  Ever the optimist, that one. (Except when sent to bed early and Hyrum's still up playing Guitar Hero with Ben and Lily.  Then he's definitely a little sad.  Wish you could hear the sadness rolling down the stairs.)

And the best? Tonight we were sitting around the table, eating soft tacos and telling the best and worst of our day. Micah said his was just a pretty normal day. Then, for some reason that we never identified, he jumped up with his taco in hand and tried to run from the table. In his haste, he'd forgotten that he'd tied his shoes together at his friend's house. He fell SO HARD, completely caught off guard and not stopping the fall at all.
What's a mom to do? I did my best to stifle everyone else's laughter, scooped him into my arms and tried to comfort him.
Then, I had to mop up all the half-chewed tortilla and meat that had gone flying from his mouth.

That's our Micah.

I love every second with that boy.