Nicole hand made some tie-dyed shirts for Beau, I like this one the best because it is a nice cross between bleeding gunshot wound and shark bite victim.
Now I’ve seen enough Toddlers and Tiaras to know that soft drinks and kids don’t mix, contrary to how many pagaents the kids win while hopped up on it. Nicole and I let Beau have his milk, juice, and water to drink. But we went to the flea market last week and he tasted his first Mr. Pibb, and not only did he love it, but he loved it so much it brought tears to his eyes as you can see.
Beau’s favorite room in the house is our spare room which we have basically given to our cat. Her litter box and food are in here, along with random things that can’t be stored anywhere else, strollers, purses, xmas decorations, etc.
Beau enjoys inspecting her food every couple hours, and really likes it when she is eating, as he can stand right next to her and pet her/pull her fur while she eats.
These photos are what you get when you ask:
Photo 1 - “Beau can you show me your teeth?”
and
Photo 2 - “Beau where is pointer?”
Beau has his very own cubby at daycare, and they labeled his by taking a picture of him while he was apparently staring directly into the sun.
Not sure what Beau was getting ingredients for, but with A1 and Parmesan Cheese paired together I have a feeling I wouldn’t want to eat it.
Also, I know this is incredibly energy inefficient, but it just makes the kid so happy sometimes.
You know that dream where you feel like you’re falling forever? The one where people say that if you actually hit the ground in your dream, you die in real life? Well I remember having this dream before Beau, I’d wake up with a bit of a jerk or startle, then go back to sleep like nothing happened. When you’re a parent you have a different version of this dream where your baby is falling off something, and you will inevitably not be able to catch them. Now that I’m a mom I find myself lunging myself awake toward the end of my bed in an attempt to keep Beau at least three times a week. After that my heart is racing, I’m a little sweaty, and I have to spend a good three minutes convincing myself that Beau is fine. It’s funny how even in dreams my life is no longer the priority - it’s all about Beau.
So we have started a routine of doing our weekly grocery run early on Saturday mornings to get it done with.
Beau doesn’t mind riding in the cart as long as he can open the box of animal crackers right as we get them, and then proceed to eat them while in the store. It makes him pretty happy.
Also, he looks like a junior in college who spent all night on the couch playing Halo and eating chips.
One of Beau’s favorite things during the day is to walk over to the bookshelf, and promptly remove every single book from the shelves he can reach, occasionally he will pick a book up, like The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and flip through it, and I find it quite adorable, cause he is totally illiterate.