Blueberry pancakes

Beckett really loved the blueberry pancakes and he has the blueberry goodness all over his face to prove it.

BERRIES!

We went strawberry and blueberry picking recently. Blueberry picking is decidedly better than strawberry picking because the blueberries are on bushes--no bending. The strawberries came from Garwood Orchard and we were interviewed by an AM radio station on the way out--that was weird. We made strawberry pie and topping for ice cream. We also ate and gave away many strawberries. We were more creative with the blueberries which came from Billy Boy's Blueberry Barn. We made blueberry pie, blueberry pancakes, blueberry muffins, waffles with fresh blueberry topping, and ate a lot of blueberries.

Beckett's almost one

At eleven months, Beckett is doing so many things. I don't remember what I last updated about his abilities, but he has been crawling since the beginning of May, and as soon as he started crawling, he started climbing. He can climb just about anything--which makes life adventuresome and keeps me on my toes. These days, most things he climbs onto, he also figures out how to get down from. He stands without aid for minutes at a time, but when it is time to move on, he'll sit down and crawl away. He doesn't have a great interest in walking, yet. He chatters incessantly but isn't saying much of anything coherent. His favorite expression is "Yeah, yeah!" Which he repeats over and over when I begin preparing his food until it gets into his mouth. His favorite activity is eating--but you wouldn't know it by his size. He is still small compared to other babies his age, but besides his size, he is developing very well physically and cognitively. He is coordinated and determined. He is extremely loud when food isn't coming fast enough or when he is not getting something that he wants. He says Mama and Dada, but not often. All items still go directly into his mouth. If music is on, Beckett is dancing. He grabs on to anything nearby so that he can bounce and sway. He loves moving to the beat. He sleeps through the night and has for at least a month. He and Phoebe share a room, and they do great--especially at night. For a little while, Phoebe was waking up when Beckett did which was making for early mornings and long days, but now she sleeps through his wake up. They even take their afternoon nap together (as long as I stagger their time for going down by about a half an hour). If they both go in for their naps awake at the same time, they end up entertaining each other for an hour or more before they fall asleep. He still takes two naps a day--more than an hour at a time. But he also does ok if he misses one of his naps or gets a shortened one because of a family activity. Though his grin is still toothless, it's infectious and almost always on his face. Beckett has a wonderful sense of humor. Today, Brett saw a fixture on a wall outside the library that had two large caps that looked like eyes and a spout that looked like a nose, so he pretended to poke the fixture in the eyes and pull it's nose. Beckett found that laugh-out-loud funny. I say he's happy all the time, except, of course, when he isn't. He's a mama's boy--if someone else is holding him and I walk by, he gets very upset and begins reaching and yelling, unless that 'somebody else' is Brett. He love, love, loves his daddy!

More to do

We began "cleaning" Phoebe's room about twenty minutes ago (it's about 9 am). We have managed to pick up about three things as I listen to her justify why some messes need to stay where they are and as she applies lotion to her legs and arms so she can smell good and have soft skin. Then she says to me "well, I can't clean all day! I'll have to eat." Great! We are never going to accomplish anything in this house.