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Beckett Turns One!


My sweet, silly, fiesty, high maintenance little cuddle bug. I can't believe you are already a year old! This past year with you has been a whirlwind of sleepless nights and snuggles. When you were a week old, we had our first visit from 911 emergency crew because you were choking. Then lots of scary projectile vomiting. RSV to celebrate your 2 month birthday. Did I mention lots of sleepless nights? But you also are so snuggly and sweet with a smile that could melt anyone's heart, and generally does. You love your brother so much and try so hard to keep up with him. And he loves you too! The two of you are best buddies and I hope you always will be. You and I had the breastfeeding thing down. We never had any trouble with that. And I'm happy to say we made it 9 months without a single bottle of formula. We would have made it longer of baby brother hadn't decided to surprise us all! Of course, you are definitely a Momma's boy. No one else stands a chance, even though you are crazy about your brothers and your daddy (and Grammy too after a few minutes warming up). Although there were many times I wished you weren't quite so momma-needy, I always love the fact no one else can soothe or calm you like mommy.
The past year has really flown by and I love seeing your personality blossom. You love to wrestle and play with your brothers and you love your Gemma. You are learning some sign language from your new nanny and now know "more", "please" and "apple". It's pretty cute to see you use them especially last night when you were signing "please" in your sleep. You love to listen to George Strait or any country music and you love to sing. You are trying so hard to talk to us and jabber constantly. I notice more and more those jabbers are starting to sound like real words and I know you will be talking before we know it. You clap and dance and hit your big brother over the head with hard toys. You love food and will eat just about anything we give you although typically you eat like a bird and only little bits at a time. I'll call your nickname in a sing-song voice "my little Becktoni" and you grin from ear to ear. I especially love when you trod through the house fiercely swinging your one arm saying "go, go, go"!
For your birthday, we had everyone over to the house to "Wreck It Like Beckett" and we did a little construction theme. Mommy made you a chocolate cake which you loved! And you got lots of presents and birthday wishes from everyone. 

This next year will bring a lot of new adjustments for you and I worry that I won't be there for you like I am now and how you will handle them all. But I also know you constantly surprise me with how well you handle change (other than trying to break you from your 2:00 am bottle) and I'm sure you will surprise me with this one. I can't wait to see your personality continue to grow and to keep falling in love with you more and more every day. 
You are so loved my sweet little Becktoni, by everyone you meet. But especially loved my Mommy, Daddy, and your big brothers Jacob and Brazos. Happy birthday big boy!

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