Moving On

David, Micah, and I went over D's parents' house to visit with Mahmon Bazorg the other night. Mahmon Bazorg is David's grandma from Iran who is visiting for a few months. She doesn't speak English, so there is a lot of gesturing going on when we try talking, but she communicates quite nicely. I'm glad Micah had a chance to meet her, although I'm not sure he noticed. When this kid's eyes are open, he is crawling and climbing and talking and in full gear. He did manage to sit for these pictures (these are from Auntie Sara and Uncle Tony's camera. I think Tony was the actual picture-taker and Sara managed to email them to me the same night...awesome teamwork, guys!):



Sara and Ari sat for a similar four generations picture and those came out great, too. I took some pictures of that, but haven't yet managed to send those to Sara and Tony. Slacker, I know. Speaking of Ari, she was the only person Micah gave kisses to the entire night. He's mesmorized by her; someone who actually moves more and faster than he does. He was trying to copy and to keep up with her the entire evening. She's so good to him, too, being the sweetie that she is. All that earned her many goodnight kisses (and a hair pull...or two).




And by the time we got home that Tuesday evening and I got Micah to sleep, D was in bed. Now it's Thursday afternoon and I've seen D for a grand total of twenty minutes. Call=no fun.