Stockyard Stalkers & Throwbacks {cont.}

I know you all came here to see endless pictures of Beckett and to get minutely updates on what he’s doing. We’ll get to that in due time. I already talk too much about baby poo, so I’m not going to mention how I nearly asked another mom at Corner Bakery if I could buy a spare outfit off her so my kid wouldn’t have to sit through breakfast in the soggy poop clothes I unsuccessfully attempted to wash off in the bathroom. Since I’m not bringing up the mom fail from above, I will bring up Taylor’s latest sleep-talking. It went a little something like this: Taylor: What? What…