I don't really think Landon is brilliant. At least, not in the sense that he is remarkably smart.
I have no idea how smart he is.
Just watching him develop from a little bundle of noisy need to a little person capable of occasionally reciprocating has been such a fascinating journey, every milestone seems genius.
Landon IS brilliant in the sense that he is often the brightest spot of my day. The person who leaves me smiling...on the inside, long after my face has changed expression.
Needless to say, I'm pretty smitten.
Tonight, I thought I heard him singing after he was put to bed. Singing? Of course I had to check this out. Jungle Book's "Bear Necessities" was playing on his goodnight cd. Wheedle as I may, apparently the solo was a private affair and he wouldn't continue with me looking on....
even when I leaned into his crib and used his little foot as a microphone and sang my favorite parts with all the wonderful horns and "yeah mans!"
My reward: that belly laugh I wish was my ringtone.
My punishment for bugging him: "Foot! Foot!" said so beseechingly every time I tried to let go of his foot "microphone" and leave his room.
Nobody else thinks I'm this funny, or wants to be with me to the last possible moment before sleep.
So shine on little brilliant baby; even in the dark you light up my life.