Michael, the Un-Baby

 Michael is our third son and just turned 6 months old.  Sometimes we call him "Mik-ka Moka" or "Mooka-Loka" or really any sort of gibberish that begins with the letter M.  It's funny how things you were concerned with over your first child change by the time the 3rd comes around.  Michael has the privilege of having 2 older brothers, and he thinks he's as big as they are. It also doesn't help that sometimes the "bigger boys" also think Michael is as big as they are as well. 

Sometimes I call him the "Un-Baby" because he does things most other (first born) 6 month olds don't do. But no worries, he's still safe so far!  I can give few examples but of course pictures show it best!

And yes, sometimes intervention is needed. Babies have no real need for flashlights.

He gets to chew on canons.

Chews on his brothers (don't be too sad or concerned for the other boys, if they really didn't want him chewing on their faces, they wouldn't put their faces in his face! I typically doubt the sincerity of their screams and cries and complaints of drool in their eyes.  They know what they're getting into.)

Sometimes he gets put under the pile. (Yes, that is an upside-down stuffed animal shark on top. It's about as tall as Jordan.)

He's already trying to play with their trains, and it makes them quite upset since he's still in the destruction phase! That face has guilty written all over it!

One last example, he plays with eyeballs.  Note to self: don't just ask the other boys to bring Michael a toy, try to be more specific!