All summer long Micah’s been wearing sandles anytime we go anywhere, whether it’s to the park, the store, or church.  On Saturday, we were preparing for a trip to the National Museum of Natural History, and he asked to wear his shoes instead.  Who am I to argue?  It wasn’t too long into the car ride that he started asking for his shoes to be off.  We assumed he was bored and fidgety, so we obliged.  Once we got to the museum, he started throwing a fit asking to take his shoes off again.  Being the astute parents we are, we quickly realized his shoes were too small.  He toured the entire museum in his socks.  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous.

The next pair of shoes he has that fit are a pair that Rachel gave me as a gift when we first learned she was pregnant with Micah, almost 3 years ago.  I’ve anxiously been waiting for him to grow into them, asking every couple months how much longer until he could wear them.  This weekend was finally it!

The other time I’ll remember from this weekend was church on Sunday morning.  The person scheduled to watch the kids in nursery wasn’t able to make it, so we decided to keep Micah with us in the service for a while.  He was so well behaved that he stayed with us the entire hour and a half, much of it on my lap.  Something about having him worshiping with us for the first time, paying attention and trying to sing along, made it a moment I’ll treasure for quite some time.

They tell us we’re having a girl. That’s pretty much the same thing as a boy, right? Right?!