Lots of sunscreen

It has been 2 summers now that I have tried to force Beckham into LOVING

the swimming pool.

I just couldn't figure out his obsession with the bathtub

and his hate for the pool.

This year I even bought him a pool with a slide in it...

which he LOVES slides.

Last night I finally figured it out.

This kid likes to go commando!

Shorts on the sideline while he's in the game.

This kid doesn't hate the pool, he hates his clothes

being wet!

Once the shorts came off,

he was all about the pool!

He may never have any friends who want to come over

to swim but I have FINALLY figured out

one of our biggest mysteries!

Is it safe to put sun screen on private parts?

It's the Baby's

It's the BABY'S...

This is something Beckham has been hearing a LOT lately!

Every new thing he finds in his closet ends up being,

THE BABY'S.

Enough is enough for this little guy,

He wasn't going to take this jacket off for anything.

I begged, pleaded, bribed, and even threatened him

to take the jacket off, but he didn't care

he wore the jacket!

He made it work, in fact he worked that jacket,

even in WalMart!

(Aaron wanted to die, he couldn't believe I would

let him wear it to the store.)

When Bread goes bad

Here at the Winder house we have found

a new way to get rid of old, dry bread.

Give it to the ducks!

I am not sure who had more bread the ducks or BECK.

We would had the bread to Beckham to throw

and he would cram it in his mouth!

It was a great way to get rid of bread and feed Beckham.

We're Lovin us some sunshine.

I would love it even more if I didn't have

a built in heating unit. 3 weeks and counting!

Mini Me

When the sun finally came out, the lawn got some attention.

Beckham LOVED helping Aaron fix sprinkler heads,

and I LOVED sitting on the patio with my

extra swollen feet propped up on a chair.

Next week... FLOWER POTS!

Bring on the sunshine!

Counting Down

I have really noticed the extra weight I have put on

with this pregnancy. I can barely keep up with

Beck when we walk around the block.

Everyday, I notice it more and more.

It could be that everyday I eat more and more.

This morning Beck and I went to Sam's Club first thing

to get new tires put on the car.

After hearing it was going to be an hour and a half wait,

Beck and I walked across the parking lot to enjoy

a nice warm breakfast at MCDONALDS!

I should have paid attention to the big sign at the Toy Land

that read, 3-12 years.

Beck climbed in the tube things all the way to the top

and got lost and stuck.... ALL THE WAY UP!

I had to climb in that stupid toy

and save him.

I honestly thought I was going to get stuck!

The only thing I can say is let the count down begin,

Let Crosby get here so I can get rid of the extra large belly,

butt, arms, chin, feet, ankles, and let the swelling go down

A LOT FASTER than it got here!

Come on-

There is nothing that makes your heart race

quite like loosing your kid,

Even in your own HOME.

Beckham is the kinda kid who likes to poo in private.

When the urge strikes, he heads for his closet

and plays with his toys for a few minutes

until the deed is done.

This took place the other day so I figured

I had a few minutes to take the laundry and fold it, brush my teeth,

and perhaps put a bra on with a real shirt, not one of Aaron's old

T-shirts.

When I was done I walked back to Beck's room and he was nowhere to be

found. I searched all his favorite hiding spots, NOTHING!

I started to get a little worried but common sense kept telling me

he is here somewhere!

A few more minutes of full panic and me waddling my fat

preggo self all around the house and I hear something,

Something coming from the laundry room.

Weird, the door was shut. He couldn't possible be in there...

Than again, it is Beckham we're talking about.

Good Bye old duds.

Last weekend Aaron started cleaning out the closet

of all the things he hasn't worn.

It ended up being a little contagious.

As I began digging on my side of the closet floods of memories

came to me.

How can one little Esprit shirt hold so many memories?

That little number is still hanging up.

I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it.

All those justified purchases from J.Crew and Banana Republic,

"It's okay to spend that much on a T-shirt, they'll never go out of style!"

All of them tossed in a black garbage bag

and off to be donated for someone else to create

some special memories in.

Good bye old threads! It feels good to have all that

extra room in the closet,

Maybe after the baby comes, We'll have a shopping spree of our own!