Beckham turned one last Tuesday (nov 10) he had two parties, lucky boy!! These pictures are from his first party with Steve's side of the family. We had so much fun, we went swimming during the day then had dinner, cake and ice cream after. Beckham made a huge mess of his cake (I was hoping he would!)
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Searching....
So I am unable to find my cord that connects my camera to the computer to download pics onto here anywhere! I have been waiting to post things until I find it but it seems that may not happen. I give you a little update anyway sorry to all of you who only look at blogs for the pictures! We have been having a fabulous summer so far. We go to the zoo a ton and swimming at the rec center at least twice a week. Beckham has his four front teeth already (he is 9 months) he is eating so many new things he loves trying new stuff (although he wasn't too pleased at dinner the other night, he managed to get a big glob of wasabi in his mouth!) he is super close to crawling it's hilarious to watch him get around! His 9mo check up is in two weeks we will find out his stats then. He loves to play with his cousins especially Pete and Melissa (they were all born within a weeks of eachother) He gets super excited when he sees Bridger but is afraid if he hears him bark. Steve and I are so so blessed to have such a sweet little boy we love him so much and are having so much fun with him!
Friday, May 15, 2009
stats
we took Beckham to his 6month check up last tuesday he is 17lbs 3oz (44%) 26 1/2 inches long (51%) and his head (I forget the exact measurement) is a whopping 91%! apparently he is super smart! he has been rolling from his back to his stomach for a while, yesterday he started rolling from his stomach to his back!
Friday, April 17, 2009
planning a trip to italy
I got this poem from a friend and had to post it
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip- to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, Michelangelo's David, The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After several months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there has been a change in the flight plan. They have landed in Holland, and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's a different place than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you have been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills... and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say: "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That is what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you did not get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things... about Holland.
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip- to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, Michelangelo's David, The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After several months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there has been a change in the flight plan. They have landed in Holland, and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's a different place than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you have been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills... and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say: "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That is what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you did not get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things... about Holland.
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