Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Boys.

Beckett has decided he is big enough to walk and jump and play with his big brother's toys. The problem is, he can barely sit unassisted, let alone stand up without someone holding his hands for balance. Luckily he is pretty easy going, so it's not too hard to distract him with something else when my arms start to give out.

After night two of trying (unsuccessfully) to get Finn back on a not-up-until-midnight bedtime routine, lost-computer-and-tv-privileges Finnian has been crankier and less accommodating of little B. This morning he said (not convincingly) he was jealous of Beckett, to which I responded, "Don't be jealous...he poops his pants." No, I hadn't had any coffee yet.

In case you were wondering why I haven't been showering you with pictures of my adorables, we've been out of town visiting the Texas Panhandle. Crazy, I know, but that's where my insane relatives live. Expect trip photos very soon.

In the meantime, here's a random photo to tide you over.