New Hair

So I'm thinking about cutting all my hair off and donating it to Locks of Love. And I would love my locks not to be ripped out by Beckett. So here are some famous hair do's that I'm considering. I do love me some Law and Order so I had to put up Mariska's hair. (Yes, Mariska, 'cause we're friends and I know her and stuff and we're totally on a first name basis.)

And Victoria Beckham. I like her hair but it turns out I actually like her too. She was so funny in that show about her moving to America. Who knew she wasn't actually a completely stuck up jerk?

Just so you know I don't plan on becoming anorexic and having my neck lipoed so my larynx is visible if I get the Victoria Beckham bob.

So give me your thoughts on hairstyles 'cause I'm sick of pulling my hair back. And when even Chris is saying I need a haircut and a style, I must look pretty awful.

*************Update************ True to her word Anne found me some great pictures of Mariska's new do. Check them out:

Beckett loves his family

This post is a long time in coming. Basically it's just pictures of various family members lovin' on Beckett when we were home for his blessing. I know we're missing a lot of people, but I didn't always have a camera handy, or want to pull it out when there were some tender moments.

Elizabeth and Ainsley, although in the picture from r to l it's Ainsley and Elizabeth.

I guess Beckett thinks that since Sean is the cousin closest to his age, and he's a boy he's got a chance to take him on.

Nena, Abby, and Beckett
Maggie and Beckett

Maren and an angry Beckett. She decided after about 20 seconds it wasn't very fun to hold him.

Grandpa George. Or is it Grandpa Ott? We'll have to work that out.

Aunt Sue



Cousin Brighton




Cousin Liz




Aunt Denise







Cousin Brooklyn
Great Grandma



Cousin Lindsay, who recently had a baby boy so Beckett has another guy close to his age in the family to play with.

Fun Times at the Park

Sunday after a sedentary day we decided to walk to the park. Daddy got a new basketball on Saturday so he wanted to shoot around while Beckett and I cheered him on. Then some guys wanted to play a pick up game so we became superfluous. That's when I decided to have a photo shoot of Beckett in his awesome new sweater Chris bought him.

Drool bomb!

Beckett won't smile if you're looking at the camera. You have to look at him and then hope you're holding it level. This one wasn't so successful at that, his head's a little chopped off, but he looked so cute I had to put it up anyway.

p.s.-- for some reason a lot of Dawnell's pictures don't allow you to click on them to enlarge them. The three tiny pics below are there for you to embiggen, because they say that the tinyest Beckett embiggens the smallest heart. How cromulent.

First Solids

Today we decided to give Beckett his first "solids". Although the directions had me make it so runny I just put the rest of it in a bottle with a big slit and he drank it up. He didn't each much from the spoon, but he didn't scream or try to push it away so I suppose we have to call it a success. We waited until the weekend so Daddy could take part and he did a great job of pouring the food in so Beckett could dribble it down his chin and realize that the spoon was much more interesting than what was on it.

What ya got there Dad?

I'm supposed to do what?

It doesn't stay in the mouth too well.

But it does stay on the nose nicely.

Give me that!

I'll do it myself.

You've got a little something right over there....

I'm done.

Overall rice cereal gets a thumbs up.

Beckett and toys

After Beckett's immunizations I had to buy him a toy again. Mostly because I knew that Daddy wanted to play with Beckett with this toy a lot. It's an easily grabbed and caught ball.

Snorkie attack!!

Snorkie is the dolphin that Chris won for me and Beckett at a street fair. Way to throw that wiffle ball Chris!

And here is his super fancy twirling saucer chair toy.

I know these are shoes, but I'm pretty sure having rocket feet counts as a toy.

Mommy got a "toy" too.

Preventing Beckett Suffocation

Beckett is doing his best to give us a nervous breakdown and suffocate himself. I used to find this quite often:

Please note the tiny foot hanging out at the bottom right corner. He loves to pull blankets, or his much beloved Ghost Bear, over his face when he goes to sleep.

If that wasn't bad enough I also found this:At least he didn't have the blanket over his head while being face down. In an effort to curb these self destructive tendencies we have instituted a no-blanket-Beckett-in-sleepsack policy.

I love Ken Jennings!

My hero has returned triumphant again! Ken won Grand Slam, a seeded tournament that pitted the greatest minds of game show stardom against each other. Ogi Ogas was a pompus mathlete who won on Millionare. Thankfully Ken showed that Jeopardy is truly the thinking man's game as he crushed Ogi in the finals. Bravo my love, bravo.

******Chris objects to me calling Ken my love, but when Chris wins 8 zillion games of Jeopardy in a row then he can be jealous. Or he can just recognize hyperbole.******

Hanging out in the park

My friend Jenny finally came back from Arizona so we could hang out. You can't trick someone into moving into your city and then leave for a month. Despite this hiccup now that she's back I'm commencing with my plan to stalk her and force her to hang out with me all the time. This week I convinced her to come with me to a farmer's market that didn't actually exist. It was supposed to be in the park, but like Brigadoon it disappeared into the mist. But at least we were at a park so we decided to play with our babies for a while.

The babies were very attractive to the older children who were at the park playing with their nannies. (I think Jenny and I were the only actual mothers there.) So one little boy came over to say hello. He patted Beckett gently on the head several times. Then things turned south. I looked away to make sure one of the many dogs present at this NOT dog park wasn't running over to eat the babies and when I turned back our new little friend had his finger under Beckett's sunglasses and was about to poke him in the eye. I grabbed his hand and pulled it back and told him to be careful. Then he started to cry and ran away. I guess he liked strangers grabbing his hand about as much as I like unsupervised children poking my baby in the eye. Way to earn your wage negligent nanny.

Since we were planning on buying produce, not playing, neither of us had a big blanket for the kids. I let Beckett lay on his carrier, but as you can see his little feet were hanging off. Well he was enjoying his time and his excited little legs were just pumping up a storm. I picked him up and noticed he had wiggled so much that he'd churned up the grass and his feet were covered in dirt. Finally, a real need for a bath.