My 21-month old son warms my heart. He's so mischievous and I love it! I don't know if it's a boy thing, or a Micah thing, but his older sister was much more calm and obedient than he is. Jumping from the couch (or falling) is funny to him. Sophie would cry and not do it again. I can tell that he's going to be a MAJOR handful by the time he reaches 2. I guess the fact that he still doesn't say words now can be a blessing in disguise. At least I won't hear him defy me with the word "no!"
Earlier this evening, hubby was trying to wrangle the kids for bathtime. Upon hearing the word "bathtime," Micah first headed towards me for protection from his daddy and the evil bathtub. I still had to sternly repeat "bathtime" even though Micah looked up at me with his puppy dog eyes. So he left my side to presumably follow his appa, only to take a detour -- under the table. He just sat under the table, hoping we didn't notice and can't see him. Of course, hubby and I were trying our best to keep our faces straight, all the while laughing in the inside. Finally, hubby reached under and pulled Micah out, expecting him to through a fit, but I caught the look of joy and glee in Micah's face upon his capture.
Kinda makes me think of how we are with God sometimes. He tells us to do something we don't want to do, so we hide. In a terrible hiding place. In plain view of Him. And though we secretly think we want to hide and escape Him, nothing delights us more in our souls than being found and "captured" by His love.
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