Michaelisms

The little guy has turned into a chatterbox lately, and has something to say about everything. Here are a few of our favorites:

Whenever he trips, or drops something he will say "Geez!" or "Oh, man!"

When you ask him his name he says "Amen".

He is afraid of everything "scary" and will say: "woah! woah! scary!" He ran away screaming and crying after an elderly lady said hi to him in our building because she was "scary".

He labels everything as either "Daddy's, Mommy's or Michael's".

He loves smelling things, especially Chad's deodorant. He will pull the lid off, smell it, and say "mmmm! Nice!"

If someone else bumps into him, he will say "sorry!"

He likes to take care of his business in private and will hide behind furniture until he has finished. If you look at him he says "no, no, no, no."

He doesn't like to say "thank you" in public anymore, but finds "thanks!" to be cooler.

Pumpkin Hunt

Michael added his own comments about each picture

Pumpkin

Eat

Throw it!

RI update

So we have survived our first week in RI. A little bit of weather shock for us (still trying to wear flip flops and shorts around), but all is well. Chad has enjoyed his first week of work. Michael and I have been busy figuring out what neighborhoods we should look into for living. We are trying to decide if we should live in a more urban part of town where there are younger families and you can walk to shops and parks, but live in an apartment with no yard, or live out of the city and have a bigger place with a yard, but not be able to walk to places and be a little more isolated. We are kinda over living in a little apartment, and would love to have more room. But while we are still young and only have 1 kid, we want to live in an entertaining area and not out in the sticks. Any suggestions??

Right now we are staying in corporate housing in Providence. It is working out OK for us. Here is the view from our apartment. We have a beautiful view of the State Capital that is right outside our place. Michaels favorite part of our view is the train station that is also right in front of our place. He bolts for the window whenever he hears a trains whistle blow. But soon after starts throwing a fit because he wants "more".

Goodbye CA! Last beach day...