Kitty (Kee-kaht)

Kitty is my first-born.  She's my girl, though she has the reputation to be quite the heifer at times.  I was worried about how each of the "kids" would adjust to Christopher when he first came home, and honestly, I was concerned about her in particular.  With a temper that will turn on a dime and sass that will put you in your place in an instant, I worried what Kitty would think of this intruder.   But she was gentle.  And she welcomed him.  And she completely won me over again.

Move forward about a year and a half, and she continues to amaze me.  Christopher absolutely adores his KeeKaht, and she tolerates him to a fault.  He strolls around after her "petting" her...which we all know means that he walks around behind her beating her back like she ate the last cookie.  He wallers on her, straddles her and tries to ride her like a pony.  And though she will groan and grimace in protest, she is ever gentle with him.

Last night, as we got home from another long day in Norman, Christopher and Kitty both joined me in the ladies room.  *You're welcome*.  Kitty brushed up against me back and forth, welcoming me home.  Boo came to give her pets and cuddles, and she of course mewed in mild yet obligatory protest.  Then he sits down on the floor in front of us.  Scoots in real close, and puts those chubby little hands on each of Kitty's cheeks.  He leans in closer and closer, and kisses her square on the mouth.  "Meow".

And I melt.

New Words

I love it when Boo adds new words to his repertoire.  This week, we have thoroughly enjoyed the debut of the word:

WEE-WEE

Ohhh yes, it even comes with a miniature pointer finger headed straight for his diaper as he says it. "Wee Wee?, Wee Weee?, WuhWeeee?" he proclaims, as he lifts up his meat-and-taters belly so as not to let our view be obstructed of the goods.  And we wholeheartedly assure him that yes, that is his wee wee, as we giggle uncontrollably.

Another new word (that has turned into a mild obsession) is 

HORSE

David takes Boo on a bike ride each evening if possible, and one of their rituals is to ride across Zinn (which SHOULD be Main Street in any other town in America, but don't get me started on that) and there is a small farm about 50 yards back off of one of the dirt roads.  Here, they see many horses!  Christopher is infatuated with horses right now.  "Horse? Horse? Horse? HORSE?" he says!  (along with Bike Bike Biiiiike? Bike? BIKE?!?! BI-HI-HI-HI-HIIIIIKE (this is the meltdown, mind you).

Anyway last night we all went on a family bike ride, and Boo got to watch Mama feed the horses a few carrots.  He loved it.  We'd ask if he was ready to get back on the bike and he would politely tell us "noooo".  And as we put him in his seat, he waved to the horses and said "bye horse!"  God this kid is cute!