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Micah is 9 months! I can't believe he has been out of my belly now longer than he was in my belly. Micah cracks me up. And he drives me insane. He is the most dramatic little thing I have ever met. When Micah is happy, the world is happy, but when he's not...watch out! Micah loves people. He smiles at everyone and won't stop until they smile back. He even makes grumpy people in line at Target smile at him. Who can resist? But...Micah is also extremely temperamental. If something is amiss in his world, he throws fits and screams and cries and weeps and wails and gnashes his (two) teeth. He makes me want to pull my hair out sometimes. He is so lucky he is cute! :)
Micah is sweaty. His internal thermostat is set 15 degrees higher than everyone else. He is usually naked, because he is hot, and because he is almost always covered in barf. He's a puker. Barf is apparently my destiny.
Micah started crawling a while ago. Bad mom....I think at 7 or 8 months? Its hard to tell, because he doesn't actually crawl, its more of a slither. An army crawl. I kept thinking he would transition to a normal crawl, but I don't think its going to happen. We have wood floors and its hard to get up on his knees without them slipping out from underneath him. So he slithers instead. Which adds to his general filthiness. Sweat, barf, dirt from the floors. And dog spit. Lucy can't resist licking him. The aforementioned combo is doggy dessert.
He likes to pull up and stand. All the time. He talks all day long. He doesn't want to be fed, he only wants to feed himself.
And he is just all cute, fat, round babyness. Wyatt was (is) a stringbean, and Micah is just chubby. Everything on him is round and soft and pudgy. Which is why I overlook his constant filthiness and kiss him so much. He adds much needed spice to our lives. Life is never dull or quiet with Micah around. We love this baby!Stats at the 9 month check-up:Height: 20 pounds, 5 ounces (48th percentile) This is how much Wyatt weighed at his 15 month check-up.Weight: 28 3/4 inches (70th percentile)Head: I can't remember the number, but it was the 95% percentile. We can thank Jake for that.Quotes from the doctor and nurse at the check-up:"Wow! He sure keeps you on your toes, right?""Well, I'm not worried about his language development. He certainly knows how to use his voice!""I'll bet your house is never quiet with him around!""Does he ever hold still?""You must really have your hands full with this one!""He's a strong little guy, isn't he?" (asked as Micah kept grabbing every examination instrument and shoving it in his mouth, rendering the doctor unable to to actually examine him)Pictures from the last few months:
I love you Micah Bean!
Decorating Easter eggs the night before. Some kind of chocolate smeared on his cheeks. Why doesn't his mother at least wipe his cheeks before taking a picture?? Also pictured is Wyatt's snake, "Nakey." It's one of those soft, kind of sticky and stretchy ones, that collect dirt and hair and anything that comes within 5 feet of it. Totally grosses me out, but Wyatt loves his new friend. The worst part is Wyatt likes to pretend Nakey is lunging at me ready to bite my face off, so I have to get up close and personal with all the dust and dog hair. 
Cute Easter outfits? Not for my kids. Pajama-jama-jams all day long at this house. We didn't have church because of conference, so I really saw no point in getting dressed. Judge not.
These lilies grow here like, well, I was going to say weeds, but I don't want to call them weeds, because they are so beautiful. I guess I could say they grow like wildflowers. I love seeing them everywhere I go! 
Congratulations to my sister-in-law Rachele and her new husband Scott, who were married on March 20! We went out to Houston for the big day. The day before, my father-in-law had a luncheon to honor his THIRTY YEARS working with Exxon Mobil. Very impressive. It was such a nice event, held at the Taste of Texas, best steak ever! And being married to Jake, that's saying a lot (he likes steak). It was really nice to hear about Randy's career, and hear all the wonderful things said about him. He is a hard worker, a true family man, and a wonderful example to his children, those of us lucky enough to be married to his children, and to his grandchildren.We had perfect Houston spring weather when we arrived in Texas, but by the day of the wedding, it was pouring rain! We kept hoping it would clear up for the pictures after the ceremony, but no such luck. It was a wonderful ceremony. Rachele looked so beautiful. As you can see from the pictures, we all had to stand under umbrellas for the shots! Well, they say rain on your wedding day is good luck, so Rachele and Scott had a very auspicious start! :)The luncheon:
Pictures outside the Houston Temple:
Mr. and Mrs. Kunz, at the wedding luncheon: 
Rachele (doesn't she look so pretty?) and Scott with their children. Just kidding. The blondies are Blake (Jake's brother) and Ashley's kids, Taylor and Riley.
Okay, how cute is this kid?
The best part about getting together with the Beamans is that there is always someone who wants to hold my kids! I get a free pass for the duration of my visit! :) Micah with Uncle Tyson:
Wyatt has a staring problem: 
The Beaman's are basketball fans. Micah and I waiting for the reception to start. I forgot to bring him black socks to wear. Its okay though, because he's cute. 
Congratulations Rachele and Scott!!
...of wedded bliss. And on Friday, it will be one thousand eight hundred and twenty six. Five years!! A little early for the post, but Jake has the camera with the pictures for the post I intended to write, so you'll have to wait for that. Instead, I'm going to write about me. Shameless narcissism. Most of you reading this already know our story, but I'm writing it down our posterity. And for the lurkers. And because I like talking about myself.
Jake and I met 6 1/2 years ago. I was in my last semester at BYU. He came over to my house with some of his friends to hang out with my roommate, Jenn, whom he worked with. My cousin, Jeff, had told me he had a roommate that he wanted to set me up with, but nothing had come of it. When I met Jake, I put two and two together, and realized this was the roommate. Anyway, the first thing I noticed about Jake was his eyes. He has very soulful, kind of sad-puppy-dog eyes. Wyatt has the same eyes. The second thing I noticed was that he had a sense of humor. He demonstrated for the group at our house that day, how one does "the booty walk," which from his demonstration consists of convulsing legs and shaking your bum from side to side, while trying not to fall over. I'm still not sure what it was SUPPOSED to look like. But I figured any guy who can make himself look like that in front of a bunch of girls he has just met, must have a good sense of humor, and doesn't take himself too seriously. For my part, I did my best to flirt with him and convince him to ask me out. The result of which was, he never called and asked me out. A few weeks later, I asked Jenn to try and convince him to. She worked her magic, and we had a date shortly thereafter.
Jake picked me up for our first date in his truck with the Texas plates, with a little cowboy hat hanging from the rearview mirror, and country music blaring from the speakers. That was unexpected. I had no idea he was from Texas. I assumed since he was BFF with my surfer-dude cousin, he would be...not such a cowboy. It was a nice surprise. We went to "El Salvador," a restaurant serving food from...El Salvador, which is where Jake served his mission. Gold star for Jake. I love trying new food so that was a hit with me. OK, like every other girl I have ever met, I had a mental list tucked into my subconscious titled something like "stuff about my future husband." As we got to know each other on that first date, I felt like I was mentally going down the list, checking off one item, then the next, then the next. At one point I started to laugh to myself, because it seemed like every thing on the list got checked off! After our lunch, Jake took me skeet-shooting. I had never shot a gun in my like, and now this was part of the date? Hmm. Not the best way to impress this guy who I was developing a big crush on, but oh well. Well, it turns out I am a really good shot. I hit the first five targets, and then turned the gun over to Jake. He was duly impressed. Although, trust me, no one was more impressed by this than me. I am somewhat lacking in the athleticism department, so the fact that I was successful at anything requiring eye-hand coordination is still shocking to me.
After our first date, I knew I was going to marry Jake. While we were eating lunch I kept trying to get that thought out of my head, but I just couldn't shake it. I thought that I was surely jinxing everything by allowing myself to even consider the notion. But after our second date, I was absolutely sure. I came home and told my roommates what I knew. There were several sets of raised eyebrows, and "um, sure, ok" type reactions.
Well, we kept on dating and kept on dating. Jake did not receive the same early-warning notification that I did, so we kept on dating. Looking back, I realize that I needed that assurance from the beginning. I had been through some complicated dating situations, and was pretty cynical and non-commital at that point in my life. I truly believe the Holy Ghost was telling me I needed to be serious about this, give things a chance, and see it through to the end. I did.
Almost a year later, Jake and I went skeet-shooting one morning. He asked me to bring him a new box of shells. I did. Then another. I did. Finally, I saw what he was really asking me to bring. There was a ring box. I brought that over to him, he got on his knee and proceeded to make me laugh, like he has always been so good at.
"Erin, the day I met you, you shot a slug through my heart. I want you to be my cowgirl and ride off into the sunset with me. Will you marry me?" Or something to that effect. I was laughing and crying so I don't remember all the details. ***Jake wants everyone to know that these lines were delivered tongue-in-cheek. Said to make me laugh. Just in case you couldn't tell.***
I said yes.
We were married March 19, 2005, sealed for time and all eternity in the Fresno, California temple. It was raining that day. It was the happiest day of my life.
Jake is a wonderful husband. He is a wonderful father. He still makes me laugh every single day. I love him and I love being married to him. Happy fifth anniversary to us!
I love you Micah Bean!
