Chicken Weg...

Last night I fixed a big dinner. Beckham helped set the table and decided he wanted to drink from a big boy cup. Every time would pick it up he would say "both hands....eeee-zzzz" trying his best not to spill. 

5 mins later he had an accident. Apple juice went everywhere. After the clean up crew (aka mommy and daddy) finished wiping up the mess we continued our family dinner. Beckham was now dressed for the occasion (in his underpants) since his shirt and pants got wet.

 We talked about our highs and lows of the day. In the mist of our conversation J and I looked over at our tall sting bean child. Beckham is nothing but legs. He eats all day, but he burns it all of with all that energy packed inside.  His little ribs were poking through his chest. J said he looked like a spokesperson for feed the children.

 I told J to leave him alone he just needed to put some meat on those bones and he would be fine. Beckham reaches over and puts a piece of chicken on his leg. "Oh NO! It's too hot! Mommy no put the meat on my bones. I no want a chicken weg!"