Michael went out with some friends tonight and I had alone time with Micah before he went to bed. He and I were sitting in the living room. I was signing an anniversary card for my parents (sorry Mom and Dad, it's gonna be late!) and Micah was playing. I think he was coloring and then he got distracted. When I noticed him, he was at the toybox digging as deep as he could dig in it. He had come up with some interesting toys which he played with for a minute, but then he went back to digging. Eventually I went over because it was bedtime and he said, "phone. phone." It's amazing to be able to understand your child. He was frustrated because he was trying to find the phone, which usually falls down to the bottom of the toybox.
I told him I knew where it was and reassured him we were going to get the phone. I picked him up and took him out to the trunk of my car (half naked by the way, we're still doing the potty training thing so no diapers or pants when we're at home). I reached into the storage underneath the stroller which is folded up in the trunk of my car and handed the phone to him. He immediately felt better, opened it up, and said "Gamma."
Awww.
He wanted to find the phone so he could play the recording of Grandma's voice on it. I pushed the play button and he looked up at me as soon as he heard it and said, "Gamma!"
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