Bringing Up Boys

Crazy About Kate

Remember THIS post???? 

That's right...I've been drooling over this bag FOR YEARS.  Back in June of 2008, 50% of you said I should give in to my shopping urge and buy this slouchy-chic Gramcery Park bag made by none other than Kate Spade herself.

UPDATE:  I did not buy the bag, and instead decided that our children should eat that month (haha).

But the time has come (in just 35 days to be exact) that Kate will be ALL MINE!  My fabulous mom  decided Kate should have a home on my arm this Christmas.  It's just one of the many reasons that I have the best mom in the world. 

Let the Kate countdown begin!

 

So Shady

He knows he's not supposed to touch them, play with them, or wear them.  But Beckett just can't help himself.  If my sunglasses are within his reach, he must put them on....no matter what the consequences may be.

I admit....It's hard to be mad at him when all I want to do is laugh at how cute he looks!

Cops & Convicts

 
 

What Are Cooper and Beckett Doing Tonight???

Year to Year...

I love comparing pictures from year to year....

Halloween 2007 on the front porch...

Halloween 2008 on the front porch....

And Halloween 2009 on the front porch...

For the First Time...

in 4 years, we don't have a crib in our house.  Beckett has officially moved on to a big boy bed. 

 
 His transition began a few weeks ago when he started leaping from his crib after bedtime.  Sometimes he would sneak into Cooper's room and climb into his bed.  This is what I would find when I would go to their rooms to check on them. 

Cute, but it was hard to haul Beckett out of the top bunk of Cooper's bed every night.

Other times, I would catch Becks in the hallway before he could make it to Cooper's bed. 

That led to a lot of sneaky army crawling through the hallway - on a mission to Cooper's room.  Frankly, a lot of times he actually managed to pull it off too.

And then came the day that we decided we HAD to get a big boy bed.   It was an evening that he heard me coming up the stairs while he was on his way to Coop's room, and as he scampered back to his room, I got a glimpse of how he actually managed to get back into his crib.  It involved a flip over the rail that looked like something only a master gymnast should attempt.  I think I actually said (sounding a lot like my own mom) "he's going to break his neck."

We brought this home the next day.

 
  

And of course...now, instead of fighting over Cooper's bunk beds, both boys want to sleep in the race car bed. 

 

 

Pumpkin Patching, Corn Maze Running, Piggy-Back-Riding....Kind of Fall Day.

 
 

Who Knew....

that man poses like this one could start at such an early age? 

Seriously.  I thought you had to be at least a little older than two before you started watching TV with your hand in your drawers. 

Guess not.

 

Rain, Rain...GO AWAY!

 
  
 
   

 

 
 
 
 
 

Is There a Doctor in the House???

I feel like Becks has been under the weather since August. 

First is was those pesky molars that decided to come in.  Does teething EVER end? 

Then a cold.

And a stomach virus.

And last weekend, I suspected he might have pink eye, so off to the doctor we went for the third time in 2 weeks.

As suspected, he did have pink eye (in both eyes).   He also had a double ear infection and remember that cold that had been lingering???  It had settled in his lungs and had turned into a nasty case of bronchitis.

So we came home with this....a breathing treatment machine.  

Um, is that mask shaped like a fish supposed to make this thing seem less scary???

Trying to convince Beckett to sit still for the 5 minutes it takes per treatment was nearly impossible.  We eventually settled into giving him the treatments while he was sleeping. 

On top of that, he also got 3 antibiotics.  And now...one week later, he's good as new.

I'm assuming (since Becks isn't in preschool yet) that he's picked up all these lovely germs from his brother.  Guess who's now getting doused with hand sanitizer when he gets off the bus every day???

 I will say...Cooper did use Beckett's rash of illnesses to break out his new doctor kit.   And it was pretty cute when he insisted that we all refer to him as "Dr. Breen" during Beckett's repeated "examinations."