Rangers Game & Antfest
For Father’s Day, we scored some tickets to a Rangers game (we love you, Marla). It was Beckett’s first game and Taylor was beside himself with excitement – which, if you know Taylor, means that he smiled only slightly more than usual. He’s not quite as expressive as me. Or our son, we’re beginning to learn. We lathered on sunscreen for the 99 degree afternoon game, found our section, scalded our butts on the plastic seats, sweated (swat?) through our clothes within 4 minutes, laughed when other unsuspecting attendees yelled “OH $#!&” as they scalded their butts on the plastic seats, and waited for the game to start. The Rangers…
Apoocalypse, Huh?, & Suckers
Warning: this story is not for the faint of heart. It is, however, for anyone with any prior experience with baby poosplosions. If you a) are proper or b) do not fall into the latter category, you should leave now and go read the post about The Little Things instead. Apoocalypse I actually have a picture to go along with the Apoocalypse of 2012, but I’ll spare you. (My family wasn’t so lucky.) This sums up the back story pretty well: Without fail, every time Beckett goes into the exersaucer, we have an exploosion of epic proportions. The great part is, I don’t realize he needs his diaper changed until…
Southwest, Baby Socks, & Photoshoots
Ahh, Christmas. You were good to us this year. It’s too bad you didn’t stay around for very long. Some noteworthiness first:1. It’s my anniversary. I can honestly say I didn’t know the depth of Taylor’s greatness when I married him (that sounds weird), but the past 3 years have made me incredibly grateful for my best friend/husband/dad of B. So a happy big one to us.2. Beckett is having a BOY COUSIN! We’re very excited. (You can follow Taylor’s sister and brother-in-law’s missions in Chile, as well as read up on the babe when he debuts here.) Continuing on. We spent Christmas Eve with Taylor’s family and Christmas day…
Outtakes
A few outtakes for your Thursday giggles. Delivery Room Just one of those precious moments, waiting to meet my son. And another. Just a special, special time. Note the sweet scene happening with my husband and his parents, then note that I am scarfing down a hoagie or something in the background. Beckett (gone squishy) Even though we have the world’s cutest baby, he has been known to take a few bad pictures. There are entirely too many chins and lips going on. This will be shown on his wedding day. This one, too. Christmas card fail. First off, Beckett’s hat is entirely too small. And then there’s…
Resurrecting Bugs & Halloween Costume Failure
This post is in honor of this ghoulish Halloween evening… Side note: does anyone else pronounce it “Holloween”? I need backup. Resurrecting Bugs Once upon a time (last week), I was running through Bob Eden park at dusk. The sun was setting, the swamp creatures were out, and I was gasping for air during my grueling 1.5 mile run. During one gasp of oxygen, a plump (perhaps “big-boned”) flying insect made a dive straight into my windpipe. I gagged a little, coughed quite a bit, swallowed even more until that bug went down. Now, kids, this is when the story gets scary… I continued on my jog through the park…
