2009 Update

So far this year. . .

I had to work New Year's Eve this year from 3P-11P, so Scott and I didn't get to go to any big shindigs to celebrate the New Year. Instead, we watched poor, old Dick Clark and toasted with Fire Fly (yum! if you haven't had it, its sweet tea-flavored vodka). Once the fireworks started, I sat in Beckham's room holding him (since it sounded like WWII in there). On New Year's Day, we stuck around the house. Scott made a delicious roasted duck in his new roasting pan. It was devine.We haven't done a whole lot since ringing in the new year. Scott has been working out at the gym every night. Beckham has been teething and walking day in and day out. He lives with two fingers in his mouth at all times. I'll be sad when he's over it, cause he'll climb up in my lap any time of day just to snuggle his head down and suck his fingers. This morning I caught him snuggling on Thibideaux on the floor and sucking his fingers (sorry there's no picture of that- they both move when I turn on the camera). He has 8 teeth now- 6 on top and 2 on bottom. He has 4 more on the bottom that are trying to break through- poor guy.

We did do something cool last week. Beckham and I went to a gymnastics center with Katie and Harrison. Its so cool. They open there doors to little ones a few times a week for "open play". Harrison and Beckham had a blast jumping on the trampolines, bouncing in the blow-up thingamabob, and climbing on EVERYTHING. Beckham's favorite thing to do was the zip line. . .

Unfortunately, the gym made them both sick. We went on Friday. By Monday, Harrison was sick, and by Tuesday, Beckham was sick. Sad! We spent the whole night Tuesday night with a sick boy in our bed because he couldn't breathe out of his nose. Saline has since become our best friend. A squirt in each nostril before bed and we're good to go. Scott refuses to do it because Beckham screams and squirms the entire time so you have to pin him down. But the boy sleeps- whatever works, right?

In other news, Beckham is REALLY enjoying all of his new toys. Sean, he doesn't pass by the ball-blower without pushing the button. He loves the word "ball" and says it about anything round (or square). He's so cute at night. He eats his dinner (or whatever portion of it he'll put in his mouth before throwing the rest on the floor), gets naked before his bath (and runs around, laughing hysterically until you catch him), takes a bath (where he likes to explore his body), gets his p.j.'s on, reads a book with Daddy (which he will pick out and bring to Scott), drinks his milk, then goes to bed. Last night he was so excited that I put new batteries in his crib toy, that he didn't want to rock. He just wanted to go to bed (so he could play- he played for an hour before crashing in the cutest position).