Micah is getting so big. He’s sitting up (sort of) and crawling (sort of), but mostly just exploring the world — and by “world” I mean his room and whatever floor he can escape to when we’re not looking. He’s perfected the army-stomach-slitther and can scoot around pretty fast for someone who just figured out how his limbs work.

For about a week, he could only move backwards, which led him tusch first under his crib with no way out. But now, he’s moving all over the place, and is no longer interested in his (well-appointed-and-expensive-to-furnish) *boring* ole room. (As a side note, we’ve discovered that he has the nicest furniture in the entire house. For him to spit up on?)

As for us, we’re just waiting for the rain to end and spring to arrive (unless this is it, in which case … booooooo.) Micah went for a visit to his little cousin Amelie, and one of the Schultz boys really like playing with Amelie’s Leggos. Can you guess which one? Hint: not the one who gets stuck under his own crib.

We’re going to Rome for a long weekend next week, so we’ll bring the good weather (and food and fashion) back to dreary Munich.

P.S. I know I have a horrible haircut in these photos. It’s a little more rut-ro than retro.