I recently took a trip to see my sis in Indiana. It was cold! At the end of May - and COLD. I am so sorry, Susan! What a beautiful state, but geesh already with the weather.
I had some time in the airport and wrote posts about each of my sweeties. Brantley never seems to get much press in the blog headlines, so we'll start with him!
A happy fish and lego builder.
The blonde one. That is Brantley’s nickname since he is our only blonde child. Jeff and I will ask, “where is the blonde one?” “How is the blonde one?” you get the idea.
Brantley sailed through Pre-K-4 with his beloved Mrs. Miller. He can successfully write his name, recognizes his letters and numbers and all the wonderful things that you get to do in preschool. If you spend much time with Brantley, you discover that he is very easy to get along with and not much bothers him. He eats next to nothing which drives us crazy, but likes yougart and milk and bananas, so we feel like he is at least getting some nutrition!
He can build legos by the hour and loves to sit at the computer on the lego.com site and watch videos of computer animated legos. In the last few months, he has turned into a fish and can almost swim from the shallow end to the deep end of the pool. What is so precious, though, is that if you see his face underwater, he is grinning as he swims – full teeth grin underwater – the cutest thing EVER.
He is a little man of few words and only speaks when necessary (or if you are alone in the car with him – he does not like to be interrupted by his brother). He does not want to be sung to at night, but went through a phase of singing to me - which was delightful. Typically, I kiss him goodnight – he will declare to me “no song tonight, mom, love you” and will then roll over and go instantly to sleep.
Jeff tells me that he is just like me – not sure what that means, really. We are both an odd combination of very needy and not needy at all. We can be left alone for long periods of time and are quite content to be by ourselves. BUT, if we do need something, we are very vocal about it and can emote a good deal of drama. Nothing is sadder than a sad Brantley - possibly because he is so rarely sad - that when he does cry, it breaks your heart.
When he was born, the nurses brought him to us – he was wide awake with a “I know something you DON’T know look to him.” (not much has changed!) He is devoted to his twin and is terribly nice to Andrew as long as no one is looking! He adores Jeffrey and loves to build legos with him. I love you, Sir Brantley - my happy fish and lego builder!
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