And my new name is.......

My name is Kay. It's not short for anything. Not Katherine, Kathleen, Katie, Katrina, nothing. And because it not possible to shorten my name into a nickname, my childhood nickname was my name doubled. Kay-kay. I have been Kay-kay for as long as I remember, in fact there is brick by the fireplace where I wrote it in permanent marker as a small child (and was my mother PISSED.) As an adult, children will still call me Kay-kay, though I do frown on adults doing so. Georgie of course calls me Gugu (aunt.)

Skeeter now has four word under his belt. Mumum, Dada, Itties (kitties) and Yea-Yea (Kay-kay.) He may know more, but these are the ones he has said in my presence. The first two times he called me Yea-yea, I didn't catch it, and when B informed me he had just called me Yea-yea I thought it was motherly wishful thinking. But when a 10-month ball of cute crawls up to you, pulls himself up on your pant leg, stretches his arm up to you and clearly says "Yea-Yea!" there is no denying you have just been called by name.

The pictures below are of my Skeeter getting a bath. I love the purple bottle brush you can see behind his head like a poppy growing out of his skull.