Rugrat

Grammy had the luxury of watching Becks while Scott and I went to Katie and Austin's wedding. She laughed at us when we got home because "we are doomed with our next kid". Beckham is so easy to put to bed that, apparently, it is inevitable that our next baby will be a nightmare, or so they say. Beckham drinks his milk when he comes downstairs after his bath, then walks to the stairs when he is ready to go to bed. We rock him to some music, but sometimes he'd just rather lay down and play with his toys for a minute. What 15 month old actually asks to go to bed? Anyhow, his newest thing he likes to do in his bedroom is ride the rocking horse that my dad built for us when I was a baby. I took the liberty of "renovating" it when I was preggo.
He loves, Loves, LOVES to go outside and run around now. We're trying to encourage as much soccer ball, football, and baseball presence as is possible right now (which basically means putting a ball in the grass for him to walk past).

Where ever we go now, whether it be Grandma & Grandpap's, Aunt Shanna's, or a neighbor's house, Beckham finds the cars. Every car, truck, airplane, or train is a "car" and goes "vroom, vroom". Uncle Brandon spoiled him last week and brought a whole bucket of cars down for him to play with.

This is Beckham's favorite game. It's called "pull out every toy, but don't play with any of them". It's a JOY!!

My Funny Valentine

We kicked off the season of love at an incredible wedding. Our friend Katie K. married a Mr. Austin Logan on Saturday, February 7th. She was amazing and through an elaborate wedding with photo booth, Hairy Dawg, and all!

Scott had a little too much fun with Joey and Andre. They even got in the photo booth and took some pictures together. That kinda concerns me, considering they took this picture with no curtain hiding them. . .

Apparently my picture-taking abilities have been rebuked. Any picture that has any relevance gets screwed up when left in my hands. I was so excited that I didn't chop Scott's head off in the picture (like I did with the picture of Scott and Uga IV) that I didn't even realize it was out of focus! I guess I take a picture as well as I cook.

On the other hand, the weekend of Valentine's Day was spent working at the hospital for me. Scott was Daddy for the entire weekend. I worked Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, so there was no time for kissy-kissy or movie-watching. Instead, we made the best of the weekend. We exchanged cards and curling irons and Scott made a delicious batch of Shrimp Ettoufe. Delicious!

Sidenote: Thanks to everyone who sent Beckham Valentines. He has really enjoyed them. He carries them around and looks at the pictures on them. He will even say something that sound like "bear", since most of them have bears on them. So cute!

GOOOO STEEEEELERS!!!!

So, who doesn't know that the Pittsburgh Steelers went to the Super Bowl? And again, who doesn't know that they won said game? In the fall of 1999, I had no idea who the Steelers even were, what sport they played, much less any of the players' names. Due to the Parkers' loyalty to their home town and my love for the sport of football, I have become an adopted Steelers fan. I have bled Red & Black on Saturdays and Black & Gold on Sundays and Mondays for the past 10 years. Needless to say, we were ecstatic about yesterday's big game. Uncle Walt and Aunt Janet sent down some much appreciated Super Bowl XLIII gear (including a Terrible Towel for me- Yay!!). Scott made a Low Country Boil for us, which Beckham couldn't get enough of. We had every intention of making wings, too, but our tummies were so full (and we were too busy sitting on the edge of our seats). I think there was one point in the game where Scott and I actually did a chest-bump because of our excitement! Congratulations on another great season, Pittsburgh Steelers! We can't wait for some more great action next fall!!

January in a Nutshell

Its been a while since I've updated everyone on our little family. We have had such a blessed year so far. Scott has been working hard on his "big swoll" body. Beckham has mastered walking and is moving on to running (if you can call it that). And I am eagerly awaiting warmer weather so I can use the jogging stroller I bought on Craigslist. The freezing cold air isn't exactly what Beckham needs to clear up his constantly runny nose and cough, and it doesn't really feel good in my lungs, either. We have made it outside a couple days over the last week, though. We made a trip to the park one day- watched the dogs at the dog park, watched the skateboarders at the skate park, and played on the playground. Yesterday, we went in the backyard and through the football in preparation for the Super Bowl. It's so much fun to take Beckham outside and let him just run around now. In other news, Beckham had his 15 month appointment this past week. He checked out well, got some shots, and of course cried over having his lungs listened to, ears looked at, and shots given. It was a teary mess. His doctor seems to be pleased with his progress and was very enthusiastic about his vocabulary. Being that he is OUR son, he IS a genius! He can say ball, book, boat, bath, baba, up, down, car, mama, dada, door, close, shoe, duck, head, ear, and the ever dreaded "NO".

Our sweet, little sunshine of a boy has become quite the little tornado these days. He has his hotspots in the house that he likes to pull EVERYTHING out of- the desk, his book basket, the entertainment unit, the Tupperware cabinet, his toy basket, the dog's toy basket, our nightstands (hmmmm. did I remember everything? probably not.). In short, by the end of the day, our house looks like its been robbed and the thieves forgot to take everything. Fun, huh?

When he's not pulling everything out, he's hiding them in or under the entertainment unit. Another of his favorite things to do is throw things off of his highchair. He eats maybe half of what's in front of him, then hold a piece of food over the side of the highchair, all the while making eye contact with Scott or I and saying "No?". Then he drops it. Cute, huh? Thibideaux thinks so. He stands in waiting, wagging his tail. By the way, he's had atrocious gas these days. I wonder why?

He lives with his two fingers in his mouth. He has all four 1-year molars and another front tooth as a result. . .

He LOVES the telephone. If Scott or I are on the phone, he makes a ruckus. As soon as we get off, he whines until we give it to him. The cellphone has to be flipped open once in his hand, or he gets mad!He likes to "shoot the J" with his daddy. This picture shows him shooting from the sofa, but he can walk up to the basket and dunk it all by himself now!