Micah speaks a few words here and there. The normal babble, Da-Da, Ma-ma, leche. He is doing great with his baby sign language. He signs milk, food, more, done, dogs and a few other ones. He knows how to play the game. He started feeding himself a few weeks ago but also learned to share with the dogs in the process. The dogs turn into coyotes ready to scavenge a meal whenever we sit Micah down in his feeding chair. The little guy makes sure to evenly portion his meals so the dogs get their share. It's so annoying but makes my job a little easier because the dogs can probably clean the floors better than I can.
Just this week we decided to put our house on the market. We have a good amount of equity built up where we can sell it and hopefully pay off the majority of a smaller house outisde of the city. Ideally we want something more secluded with a little piece of land in the woods somewhere. I've had some bad experiences this past year with my HOA. I know they do good keeping the crazy neighbors from parking on the grass, burning bonfires that can be seen from the highway and keep your neighbor from starting a farm on his quarter acre of land. But guess what I realized? I want to park on my grass, have a huge bonfire and let chickens loose on my land. Not that I've done that ....... yet, but some of the happiest years of my childhood were on my grandfathers farm. Realistically speaking I'm not visualizing a big red barn with cows, horses and silos but just a small patch of land in the woods where the little guy and his dad can camp out in the back yard is all I want. Aside from that, we have a great opportunity to pay off a new property and for Laura to go part time or be a stay at home mom. What better childhood could we offer Micah than to always have his mom and dad at home to care for him.
