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Please pardon the interruption from my point of view - Dad is traveling and would like a chance to self-reflect. I have given him permission. ~Micah I was reviewing the blog posts from last summer (06) when I was in Germany. I read through the post just prior to leaving for Deutschland, and I reflected significantly on missing Lindsay, Grover and the church. It was surreal to read the post that had no mention of Micah, specifically, or an upcoming baby, generally. However, within three weeks of returning we were pregnant (by "we"-you know what I mean). In less than a year of my departure, Lindsay and Grover expanded, and never will my life be the same. I am captured by time. The year that went by between Europe and Micah is 150% of his current life. Yet that same amount of time is 3% of my life. It went by so quickly, yet the four years that we had to wait for conceiving Micah seemed like forever. Now I am on the road in Elkhart, IN. The five days that I have been gone from h

Well it was my first turkey day. I didn;t get to sleepy because the tryptophan was dilluted by the time I received my dinner from mommy. Anyway....here are some of my pictures from the weekend. I really enjoyed my time with Connor and Carter. I look forward to seeing them soon. Kari and Eric are a great mommy and daddy, too. Also, being with papa, grandma, my great-grandparetns and great-marge was really joyful. I make the same kinds of noises as my great-grandpa - he is a riot. Well, enjoy the pics...

okay, so what if the picture was scripted - it is still quite fun!

Well, it has been some time since I last wrote. I have been busy growing out of my diapers, taking cat naps, and sharing my cold with my mommy. Overall, this life out of the womb thing is alright. Just before writing this I was discovering splashing - everytime I did it, mommy would laugh. Dad said that when making messes, the laughter doesn't last forever. I love bathtime. I like to shower, too. I also learned how to turn on the faucet tonight. Mom tried to distract me with a puppet show, but I liked reaching for the big silver knobs better. Thet turn and clear stuff comes out - it is just like my nose these days...very fascinating. I must relay a story to the world. Before bath time tonight, my mommy started singing a song from some group called NKOTB - It went something like this: "oh, oh, oh, oh.... You've got the right stuff, baby, ooh...." She did some dance that looked like a sprinkler head. Mom asked dad to join in singing and dancing, but he said that he will