Misha has had a small bike with training wheels for a while. He has enjoyed pedaling around on it. He frequently goes around the block. We have taken the walking trails in the canyon. We even biked a mile or so to a park he wanted to play at. It's slow going but he likes it.
A couple of weeks ago, Irks decided that he had balance enough and that he should try it without training wheels. After a few tries, he took off. Who knew?!?! Now he asks all the time to go ride a bike. He continues to amaze and confound our expectations.
Misha love General Conference. Not for the talks, of course. The Friday before it started, I told him that it would be conference the next day. He got a big grin and excitedly said, "Tabrrkel Choir", which of course means Tabernacle Choir. He joneses for the hymns. Expecially when they sing his favorites. Currently his favorite hymn is "More Holiness Give Me". The repetition of the drawn out, "Moooore" gets him laughing every time. He even has included new bits centered around his current fixations. For instance, "More stop lights in Provo. More Baska (our cat) and Shadow (our dog)...".
My aunt and cousin were in town for a few hours on Saturday so we had a picnic lunch at the park. It happened to be the same park next to the school that Misha attends. At the same time, there was a large student group roasting hotdogs and stuff sharing the same pavilion. Misha, in true form, made a drive by snatching and got a hotdog and a glass of rootbeer before anyone was the wiser. He does this at home, too. If we leave something out/exposed that he likes, he will innocently waltz up to it humming or singing, snatch a handful, stuff it in his mouth, and scamper off. Chips, raisins, and bread are common, but we also get little mouse bites in cheese blocks, or finger gouges in butter. Gonna have to work on that.
Misha has a morbid fascination with some things...like elevators, escalators, and the hair clippers. Recently K. was in the kitchen when he heard a loud buzzing and Misha running out of the room. Misha commonly will go into our bathroom and pull the clippers out and toss the bits all over the place. He evidently pulled them out this time, took them to the kitchen where we do haircuts, plugged it in and turned it on. The sound was enough to scare him half ot death.