Beckett is twelve weeks old. Likes the fishy song, milk, talking to Finnian, laughing at Finnian, milk, swinging his fists and toys, being the Flying Baby and hearing mommy say poopy pants. And milk. Dislikes car rides, napping without mommy, being out of a two foot radius of mommy for more than two seconds, and being warm. That last one has us all looking forward to summer.
