Buddies

Beck and his good buddy, Bennett Lark were hanging out the other day on our guest bed where both were acutally awake and not crying or eating- a small miracle. Then we noticed that the two had linked arms! It was so adorable that we had a quick photo shoot. Then of course one of them started crying and the other needed to eat, and the moment was over. But here in blogworld, the moment lives on.

At Beck's request.

Beck wanted to post this one. He says he really likes his cousin Tanner and wants everybody to know it.

yo ho yo ho a trucker's life for me

Last week, I had some business to take care of in Vegas. No, not due to a gambling addition. It was a wedding dress addiction. In addition to my pre-planned trip, my company needed somebody to drive all of our merchandise down. Since I already had to be there, I figured I would save some miles on my car, and I accepted the offer. The truck needed to arrive at the Venetian at 8:00 am sharp on Tues. in order to be unloaded. Because I had some other responsibilties to take care of first, I was not able to leave town until 1:00 am Tues morning. Bad idea I know. Well as luck would have it, a mighty storm blew in that night, and winds were estimated to have reached 90 mph (give or take 75 mph). I found myself stuck between a rock and a bigger rock. Should I stay or should I go...now? If I stay there will be trouble (I'll be late)... if I go it will be double (I'll most likely tip over into a ditch). So as any dedicated trucker would do... I decided I would rather die in a ditch then have my delivery be late. So I put on my trucker hat, gathered my favorite cassette tapes, kissed the wife and boy goodbye, and hit the road. After many gusts of wind causing unexpected lane changes, a few drag races with semi-trucks, and incredibly loud music, my shipment of goods was delivered on time. I was one proud trucker.

Although I did not die in a ditch, and my delivery did make it on time... I still decided that... yo ho yo ho a trucker's life is not for me... Arrr. booty booty booty.

For more information about a trucker's life... visit http://www.thetruckersreport.com/trucker_lingo.shtml and learn all the trucker lingo.

For more information about a pirate's life... go to disneyland.

Meka leka hi, meka hiney ho!

Thank goodness for the Diaper Genie 2. The only thing it doesn't do is actually grant wishes. My only wish is that Beck would not poo right after he gets a new diaper. Oh well, at least our house still smells so fresh and so clean, clean.

A day in the life of Beckett Andrew... whoever can guess how many diapers in this diaper genie bag... wins the bag.

I told Beck that he goes through more diapers than anybody I know... and then he said "rock on."

-Dad

Beck and Dad

Dad daydreaming of Beck becoming a pro surfer. Beck daydreaming of how he is going to explain to his friends that his Dad used to sell wedding dresses.

I love him.

1st Bath

I was a little nervous for Beck's first bath. He hated the sponge downs we had to give him before his cord fell off. Suprisingly, he stayed very calm for the whole thing- mama was so proud! No peeing, pooping or spitting up in the tub either. A complete success.

He was a little scared when we rinsed his hair, but still such a good boy!

My mom showing me how its done.

Still the most adorable boy in the world.

Grandma Kimmy Comes to Visit

My mom has been here since Saturday helping out with baby. I've been spoiled with having someone to watch him whenever I want to nap. And Clark has been spoiled all week with having someone to play tennis with everyday. Everyone is happy when grandma's in town!