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Beckett Anthony Allen is TWO

This sweet, fiesty, silly, stubborn boy, oh how I love him so...
Beckett turned two on Thanksgiving this year, one of many turkey day birthdays in sure. We celebrated his birthday the following Saturday and he had lots of friends and family attend.
Happy Birthday Big Boy!

Yummy banana cupcakes with chocolate ganache - so fancy!

Eatin some dip. This boy loves to dip!!

Lots of love for Beckett <3

Birthday boys special cake!

Little monkey enjoyed his banana cake!

At Beckett's 2 year appointment, he weighed 27.4 lbs and measured 34.75" tall (head circumference measured 49"). If you double his height, he's estimated to be 5' 9.5" when he's as an adult. Not short, but not tall. Still taller than his momma and daddy though!

I spoke with the doc about my concerns over his digestive issues and the horrible diarrhea he has. She did some blood work as well as had us do a urine and stool sample...that was fun with a 2 yo. Especially since you can't collect the stool after it's been in his diaper. We finally got all the samples in and everything came back normal except he has low iron. She put him on an iron supplement which has only made his stools worse ;/ I won't be giving up though. Gonna try some TummyGize essential oils and a kids probiotic. We've cut out milk and juice which has helped but he still had spells of very watery diarrhea. To be continued.

Other than that, Beckett is a fiesty, fit throwin, silly two year old that makes me laugh and smile every day (when I don't want to throw him in the dumpster for the trash man to come get him - ha!). He's getting such a funny little personality. Is stubborn as all get out. Loves to play with his big brother, building blocks, or throw a ball and play catch, climbing up the bathroom counters to eat your toddler toothpaste, and coloring on Mimi's walls. He's a very sweet big brother most of the time and only occasionally tries to ride Hudson like a horse or roll around on top of him. Usually he just lays next to him and talks to him or gives him sweet forehead kisses. He's still a mommas boy but momma is quickly being replaced by Mimi or sometimes even Popo! He sure loves his Mimi...

He's officially started big boy pre-school with Brazos and seems to finally be settling in and likes his teacher.

My sweet, fiesty little Becktoni! I can't believe you are two already. I love you so much my middle baby boy and I can't imagine life without you and your fiery temper and sweet cuddles. My sour patch boy, my little teaser, my big little man...we love you so. <3

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