Friday night was crazy hat night at the children’s program at church. If Micah were to go he wanted to wear this pimp hat. I blame the California culture he was raised in.
This was part of Micah’s breakfast tradition at Gunga’s (Grammy) house. He helps make toast and coffee.
This was Micah getting ready to help dad shovel the snow in the driveway. He wasn’t crazy about the layers of clothes. He got over it.
Here’s our humble abode!
Micah’s going to be two soon. This is how he says ‘two’ with his fingers.