brandylyn_kay

of all the itty fluffs of kittens wren gave to us, we ultimately decided to keep one ... the coal black kitty with tuxedo buttons and ear tips of white.

deacon!

he has proven to be a variable dervish of activity, a powerhouse even. he's forever fighting with a loose shoelace or thundering around the house like a miniature pixie horse. he loves to take a bath with leigh, when the water isn't too high and his best friend is the food bowl. the laser pointer haunts his kitty dreams, i'm sure of it
most noteworthy (!) unlike wren, who must be pulled onto our laps and pet into submission, he enjoys cuddling as much as previously mentioned antics.

ie -



loves him something fierce

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also in life -

leighton is learning to talk!

oh my god, you don't know how long i've worried about this.
and for good reason.
his older biological brother, he who lives with my mother and both are thoroughly estranged from me, did not speak at all. ever, when i knew him. he chose instead to SCREAM about everything. it's my personal belief he was / is mildly autistic, i may never know.
but from all the days of being hollered at by a child frustrated with the inability to speak, my nerves became frazzled and prepared for the worst with leighton.

but it doesn't seem so.
it happened out of no where, one day while sitting watching sprout's 'the sharing show' he said VERY clearly "tip"
huh?
again, "tip"
OHHHHHHH!
so as an experiment i ran to get his sippy cup (which we call Tippy) from the dishwasher, filled it with some milk and when i came back i was rewarded with a peck.
on a side note - bless this child of mine that loves to kiss

since then it's tiny words for everything, like i said, a mere start - but ever so exciting!
there's ...
da
mama :]
that - which to be fair sounds more like DAT
mine
no! (usually reserved for bad kitties)
chesse
ut oh
peese - please
sum
bye bye
(it must be said, he's always uttered 'hikitty' but it was more like imitation, and now it's perfected)

my heart beats for him. it really does
and i'm reminded every day of what it's like to be amazed by your child and every little thing they do. even the fact that when we're getting ready to leave the house he brings us our shoes one by one, no matter what state of undress we might be in or where in the house we are.

things, are as ever, going so well i could cry

though i do wish, that i could find and therefore maintain the perfect job. i have an interview with the dish netowrk on monday, who will basically pay me a fair high wage to watch television and report reception errors or blank screens. sweet. wish me luck

my everything :: my little bundle of giggles and high fives turned two last week :]

i felt very much the 'mom' as i stumbled in the door on my lunch break, stressed from picking up the necessities AND celebrating within my precious time slot. the moment i set the cake on the table and tied the bright blue balloons to his chair, the little monster clambered up and demanded confections.

so i delivered <3

he is my gorgeous, sweet and smart mohawked wonder

and i can't wait for the day he grows into an equally amazing man. lord knows he's going to be something else!



loves him :]

so sorry for the random assault of posts, but i cannot sleep and i had one oh so precious thing to share with you...



i have the smartest, most beautiful mohawked baby on the face of this green earth.

never was there a more perfect combination of chubby fists and cheeks

he was indeed 'born to be cute' (as his shirt states) and with every toothy grin he shoots my way, every kiss and every temper tantrum i realize how fortunate i am to have been blessed with such a spitfire of a child.

oh leighton satan, you complete me

i love you something fierce even if you do steal our soda pops and leave snicker candy bar handprints on the new couch <3