It's been a busy between-holiday week here at the Beckers. Joe celebrated his tenth birthday right in between Christmas and New Years. Because his birthday fell on a church night, we couldn't have his special birthday dinner, so the celebrating got dragged out over several days. Joe did not object to having two sets of birthdays; here he is having fun with his new min-foosball set.
Elena did
not get her two front teeth for Christmas, but she did get lots of tiger stuff. She is on something of a tiger kick. We will not, sadly, be getting a pet tiger. We just don't have the space in the yard for a tiger cage (among other reasons.)
Poor little Renee looks so sad and dejected, sitting alone at the end of the driveway watching all the big kids (plus a handful of extras) play street hockey. She actually did not
want to play hockey with them, but she is sitting on her hockey stick so that nobody
else can play with it.
Baby D is now sitting up on his own. We still sit him with his back against the couch and a few strategic pillows placed around him, because he does tend to dive for toys and throw himself backwards without thinking about the consequences of his head hitting the floor.
He's also doing better eating his food. The dog is his new best friend, at least at mealtimes, because David rather enjoys throwing his baby biscuits on the floor. Our dog is all about getting a free meal, even if its only soggy zwieback.
And then there's this. He's been sitting like this all week up in the girls' room. I believe he was a casualty in a massive nerf war that occurred when the kids had some friends over this week. I'm not sure what he did to deserve a mouth full of hot lead, er, styrofoam. That'll teach him to mess with Renee.
It's been a busy between-holiday week here at the Beckers. Joe celebrated his tenth birthday right in between Christmas and New Years. Because his birthday fell on a church night, we couldn't have his special birthday dinner, so the celebrating got dragged out over several days. Joe did not object to having two sets of birthdays; here he is having fun with his new min-foosball set.
Elena did not get her two front teeth for Christmas, but she did get lots of tiger stuff. She is on something of a tiger kick. We will not, sadly, be getting a pet tiger. We just don't have the space in the yard for a tiger cage (among other reasons.)
Poor little Renee looks so sad and dejected, sitting alone at the end of the driveway watching all the big kids (plus a handful of extras) play street hockey. She actually did not want to play hockey with them, but she is sitting on her hockey stick so that nobody else can play with it. 
Baby D is now sitting up on his own. We still sit him with his back against the couch and a few strategic pillows placed around him, because he does tend to dive for toys and throw himself backwards without thinking about the consequences of his head hitting the floor.
He's also doing better eating his food. The dog is his new best friend, at least at mealtimes, because David rather enjoys throwing his baby biscuits on the floor. Our dog is all about getting a free meal, even if its only soggy zwieback.
And then there's this. He's been sitting like this all week up in the girls' room. I believe he was a casualty in a massive nerf war that occurred when the kids had some friends over this week. I'm not sure what he did to deserve a mouth full of hot lead, er, styrofoam. That'll teach him to mess with Renee.
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