Monday, January 31, 2011

I hate to admit it...

but I kind of love it when I hear one of the girls scream, and then I hear the super fast pitter patter of little feet running across the hardwood floor. Because I know that Beckett has just done a drive-by and grabbed an American Girl dress, or a polly pocket, or a Little People, or whatever, and is now running for his life with a huge grin on his face.

It's so TWO,
it's so BOY,
and it's so BECKETT.

How could I not love it?

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