May. In Pictures.

Full disclaimer: this post will pretty much only be filled with ridiculously handsome pictures of a certain 9 month old named Beckett. If you’re looking for embarrassing stories about gluing your face or being unable to identify genders, come back next week. I’m sure I’ll have something good by then. I’ve been busy this month chasing a chunky little nugget around. He has given up the one-big-toe-and-one-forearm-only army crawl and decided the regular hands-and-knees crawl will suit him. He also decided that walking along furniture, or really anything that gives him the tiniest bit of leverage to stand, is awesome. So, to catch up on blogging and to make sure…