D. Beckam Reeves

2010-10-16T12:37:00.005-06:00

Pumpkin Day 2010

Well sorry for the long delay but I have returned. Those who have been reading my blog know I don't usually upload more than a few pictures. Today is going to be a little different, while there are only a few pictures of me (sad I know), this blog is primarily photographs. When we moved from Salt Lake City to Farmington my father found out that our new house had quite a large field next to the house which gave him an idea. So he decided to plant a crop of pumpkins in order to sell them in October, and as laughable as that idea was to me, it worked out pretty well.

These first two shots are just some artistic shots taken by Kim

This picture was taken from the back of the pumpkin patch. Thats our house on the left of the shot. It was nearly impossible to get a picture of the whole patch, but this one was pretty good. My dad planted about 100 plants which produced around 150 pumkins. Who knew he had it in him?

Here is the old man hard at work. Spent about four hours harvesting about half of the field. After the pumpkins were picked he washed and weighed each one. Mom set the prices at three, four, and five dollars depending on the size and quality.

I decided to supervise the operation. He would wheel me out to the field and I would point to the pumpkins to make sure he didn't miss any. Plus it didn't look like dad was working as hard as he could have been, and the wheel-barrow ride was quite enjoyable.

Picture of me with the cash crop. Most of the pumpkins were about the size of a soccer ball and weighed between 10 and 15 pounds. Notice the white bathroom scale in the picture? Thats how dad would measure the weight of the pumpkins, he would stand on the scale with a pumpkin, then subtract his own body weight from the total to get the weight of each one. At first I thought the pumpkins scaled in at 40+ pounds, but then I realized Dad has probably put on a few LB's.

This is the sign Mom made for the corner of our yard. Contrary to what the sign says, we do have more than one for sale.

This is my very own personal pumpkin. Mom carved my name into a pumpkin when it was little and as the pumpkin grew, so did the scar. Even though her grammar is a little off, she is pretty dang awesome.

Lights

2010-10-08T22:51:00.003-06:00

Not much to write about today, its late and I think Dad is a little sick. No one makes that many trips to the bathroom unless they are. Well, I gotta go, I'm very busy trying to find all the light switches in the house, they're awesome!

Check back tomorrow, Mom keeps talking about something called "pumpkin day", should be interesting.

Until next time, have a safe journey.

Home

2010-10-07T22:29:00.003-06:00

Well it is good to be home. New Mexico was a blast although the ride to and from was less then pleasant. I did book a five star drive for the trip down there. I was promised a smooth ride with plenty of elegant food, top notch entertainment, all in a plush seat with plenty of leg room. I would have been a fool to pass up such an offer, right? Wrong! As I began the trip I realized what was really behind the curtain.

The Plush seat I was promised turned out to be the same drab car seat I have been requisitioned to by my parents, it was just in a more luxurious surrounding. What about the elegant food? Well there was plenty of food, calling it elegant would be like trying to pass off a chicken fried steak T.V. dinner as a Filet Mignon. Just because the food came from a place named Burger King, does not make it elegant, it provides the gift of constipation. To make things worse, apparently "top notch" entertainment is another way to say "previously viewed" entertainment. The only thing that was five star was the service. I had personal drive liaisons seated on my left and on my right. They would feed me whenever I needed, and although it wasn't elegant food, my liaisons did there best to make it readily available. They would prop up my feet and provide me with warm blankets (although a certain blue and white blanket only kept me warm one out of the four times I used it... weird). They had pre selected some of my favorite books to read as well as a few of my favorite toys. They even provided an i-Pad for my own personal use. I really do give them high marks for service. The "smooth ride" was smooth but broke down for an hour on the way home. While I waited for the repairs to be made I had the earnest pleasure of seeking shelter under a melon stand during a downpour. Maybe that was the elegant food I was promised, or at least a remedy to the constipation. The next time I book travel I will be sure to ask for references and book one way, so I can leave my options open for the return trip.

On a side note, I highly recommend heading down to New Mexico for the annual Balloon Fiesta that is held there every year. It is truly something to behold. I attached a few pictures of my visit to the fiesta. Until next time, enjoy the rest of your evening.

New Mexico or Bust!

2010-09-30T12:40:00.004-06:00

So I am off to New Mexico to visit my namesake and his family. Who is my namesake? That would be Daniel Reeves, my dads twin brother. I guess I am named after him because we are both so similar. We both have been known to throw a fit a time or too, we usually get our way because it is easier than have to deal with us or talk some logic to us, and we get cranky if we don't get enough sleep.

I am headed down with Gropa, Dad and aunt Heather... in one car. I am going to try and make this a very, very, very long trip for them. Grandma might spoil me the whole way down, so I might be outmatched there, but I should hold my own against the rest. I really hope Dad packed enough food, I am more than a little worried about it.

Its going to be very hard to leave mom though. It will be the first time I have left her home alone for more than a night. She is probably going to move all my toys who knows where so I won't be able to find them, and on top of that I bet she will eat all my snacks to. I am probably going to pick up some padlocks for the cabinets just in case.

Well I am off so until next time, enjoy the chips and salsa.

Back, for a sad occasion.

2010-09-27T18:05:00.005-06:00

Due to popular demand I am back. I am a little older, a little bigger, and more than a little wiser.

But I start off today to say that my best friend in the whole world died a week ago today. Sebastian (the "furry four legged baby") was hit by a car while we were outside enjoying the day. Before I really knew him I used to envy him to point of dislike. That ,however,was before I really knew him. He was a kindred spirit to say the least. Not to brag (but I will anyways), but I am the center of attention where ever I am, but if anybody could challenge me for the title it was him. On a few occasions he would outshine even me. No one else that I know brought my mother so much happiness and joy. Before I came along he was the light of her life. Yet he did not mind to step aside for me, even though it meant "less" for him. Deep down he wanted our mother to be happy, and if it meant sharing the spotlight, he gladly obliged. He loved her more than life itself.

Him and I became better friends as I grew older, and over the course of the last year he became the best sidekick I could have ever asked for. We had a mutually beneficial relationship. See, as I grew older, my mother and father begin to feed me what they call real food. While I have a very refined taste for food, C-Bass (My homeboy Sebastian) would eat anything; he was my very own personal garbage disposal. So as my parents fed me a greater variety of food I would simply pass along less-than-desireables to C-Bass, which he gladly accepted. It was a win win situation. He loved me for it, mostly because all my parents would give him was tiny, stale, gritty, earth colored nuggets from a bowl on the floor. It is not very good, trust me, I have tried it.

At times it appeared as though he had a better deal worked out with mom and dad. He was ALWAYS allowed to stay up as late as he wanted, while I got tossed into a very small and confined cage with a mattress. When he did decide that he was ready to call it a night he had his pick of the land. The top of the couch, the floor, his little tent or even mom and dad's bed! Actually I think the queen size pillow top was his to begin with, every time he got in it, mom and dad would have to move to accommodate him. So while bedtime for him meant any time and anywhere, for me it was (and still is) a small and less than soft mattress surrounded by bars before sunset. Hardly seems just. I did get the better deal when it came to travel. C-Bass was very limited to where he could go while I was greeted like a king everywhere I went. He was frequently left behind which wasn't very beneficial for him at times. Mostly when I went to eat with the folks and was forced to eat whatever they gave me, and with no C-Bass there, I had no choice. Where I truly outranked him was at the Gropas ( Gropa is the name my parents gave my grandparents, and they were specifically put on this earth to love and spoil me, thats it, nothing else) house. He rarely went to Gropas, and when he was there, he wasn't even allowed inside. I drove him nuts. Sure, when he asked what it was like in there I would embellish a little, but it was in good fun. Besides whose to say there couldn't be an all-you-can eat buffet of real food lining the walls in Gropas house? It could happen.

Anyone that knew Sebastian, knew how great he was. For those who didn't, take all the best qualities of every dog you know, add a heart big enough to build a mountain, and put it in dog ten sizes too small and you get the worlds best dog; Sebastian, my best friend.

Sebastian

December 08, 2007 - September 20, 2010

The Worlds Best Dog

A new perspective

2009-08-25T16:06:00.003-06:00

Welcome.

I have come to appreciate a new friend. Someone I thought I would never really see eye to eye with. Its someone who depends on mom and dad for the same thing I depend on them for. Thats right, its the furry four legged baby, Sebastian. I now know that he is in fact not a baby but he is actually a canine, or a dog to keep it simple. Although I still consider him my nemesis, I have much more sympathy for him than I once had.

While he has much more mobility than I, he too is limited to where he can go based upon where mom and dad take him. He and I both have no say about where mom and dad take us. (No, I did not want to go to the doctor twice last week.). If I were him, every time dad opened the front door I would bolt and never look back. Dad couldn't catch him, I have seen dad run, it would be a blow out. While he does get to occasionally snack on some tasty morsels handed to him by mom, it is not his regular diet. I have seen his food, and at first glance I mistook it for a bowl of dirt. I don't think sebastian likes it either, his food dish is usually more than half way full. We also share the same 6 inch perspective on the world. Every thing is huge. Let me explain, imagine sitting in a chair with a handle fixed to the top of the chair when a giant more than four times your size picks up the chair by the handle and begins to swing it high into the air in an attempt to rock you to sleep. When was the last time any roller coaster lulled anybody to sleep? When dad does it to me, I stay motion-less and silent praying that he doesn't let go and send me flying into the ceiling above. Like wise Sebastian has that same perspective, standing at about 7 inches tall. Trust us, it makes life a little difficult.

While it will always be a competition between the dog and I, I do have a new found respect for him and the things he puts up with.

Until next time, enjoy the rest of your evening.

Who new?

2009-08-23T21:52:00.002-06:00

Hello

Sorry to say it but today I am having a really bad case of writers block. Its the strangest thing, but I guess it happens to everyone no and again.

Goodbye

How is everything?

2009-08-22T00:20:00.002-06:00

Howdy

I feel like I got a pretty good hang on things around here. I cry a little and I get mom and dad's undivided attention. I crack a wee smile and mom glows like she just won the Nobel Peace Prize for her Oscar winning performance in a movie about her struggle to win 15 Grammy's two years in a row. If I do something new like laugh or sigh after a sneeze, dad will drive the wrong way on the interstate just to get home in time to see it. So as far as I can tell, its pretty much all about me. So here is my chance to return the favor. If anybody needs any advice or has a question for me, please feel free to ask. I will answer all questions from my unique perspective.

Until next time, so long partner

I'm back baby!!!!

2009-08-20T13:56:00.004-06:00

Greetings

My long awaited return to the blogging world is finally over. Thanks for all the letters and gifts from my loyal fans and readers. (You know who you are.) So without further delay, its time to get rolling.

So a few weeks ago Mom and Dad took me to the doctors. No its not a typo, its supposed to be plural. I went to two different doctors in one week. Lets get one thing straight; I do not like doctors. First of all I don't even remember being sick, but off to the quack I went anyways. The first one I went to was with mom and Ree-ree. As we entered the room I noticed her PhD hanging on the wall; it smelt like a box of Cracker Jacks. She was mostly sinister and she convinced my dear sweet mother to quit breast feeding entirely without asking me if it would be ok first. It was not ok with me. I have never met a hippie doctor before, and this doctor was surely a hippie. Its true, I saw a picture of her in the dictionary right next to the definition of Wood Stock. She was very organic too, recommending that my parents start putting me on a diet of soy formula. (Yes it tastes as gross as it sounds.) Things really got interesting when she asked my mom if she was "into new age healing." I tried to hold the laughter in, but mom said yes. Puzzled I looked up at her trying to figure out why she said yes, when clearly "no" was the appropriate response. It was then that the doc suggested acupuncture, surely mom would draw the line now. Nope and out came the needles. Petrified at the sight, I froze, stiff as a bored. After the doctor began I heard mom say "Wow, look at how relaxed he is." I guess relaxed is one word to describe it, not one that I would have used though. Towards the end of the acupuncture however, I was very relaxed. Overall it was not a pleasant experience.

When we left we headed back home and I was relieved to see dad was there. He was just as shocked as I was about about doctor earth and the acupuncture. I knew I liked dad for a reason. The joy was short lived though because it was then that I over heard mom and dad talking about taking me to my regular doctor just four days later.

Action needs to be taken. I need to give my parents up for adoption, enough is enough. After doing my research though apparently I have to be 18 to due that. Well on October 19'th I will be 18 weeks, so if anybody needs some new parents, mine will be available.

Back to my doctor nightmare.

So five days later we head back to yet another doctor. My cup runath over. This doctor seemed to be a bit more legitimate though, there wasn't any incense or pictures of Ghandi on the wall. So after they did a quick check up on me (a quick poke and a prod) the Doctor asked if they had any questions for her. They had a few. Patiently I waited for my turn at the Q and A, but it never came. I was furious. I had a ton of questions to ask, like; How do I get my legs to work? or; How Do I get mom and dad to take more naps? Did I get chance to ask any of those? No! Not one! To make things worse she told my parents that I should be taking prevacid, thats right, more medicine. When she left, her nurse came in with a huge needle, and unlike the acupuncture this one hurt; bad. On a side note though, I never knew I could scream that loud, it was a new personal best.

Well that about wraps it up, remember to mark October 19'th on the calendar.

Until next time, Salutations.

PS. On a separate and completely unrelated topic to the above blog, I am eating better, sleeping better, and crying less. Still can't figure out why.

Testing my lung capacity

2009-07-12T22:28:00.002-06:00

Well, lets see.... since Mom and Dad don't speak baby, I screamed all day.....(seriously). See ya tomorrow.

I write this blog

2009-07-11T21:28:00.004-06:00

A photograph of the author.

Aloha.

Well, I am a little puzzled, just a little puzzled. See I have been reading the comments on my blog and some people seem to be confused. Apparently my readers aren't sure about who writes the blog. Let me clear things up; its me. It has always been me. Not Mom, not Dad, but me. Not to take anything away from Mom, she could do it if she had the time but she has to take care of me, and I am pretty high maintenance. And Dad?! Since this blog doesn't appear on espn.com I doubt my father has even read the blog let alone written it. The only other options is Sebastian and if you have read any of my previous posts you would know he is only interested in three things; sticks, tennis balls, and handouts from Mom. So if you have any questions, suggestions, or comments, I (Beckam) would love to hear them. Thanks again.

Until next time, Aloha

Poop ( This blog is not for the faint of heart)

2009-07-10T23:39:00.016-06:00

I'm an evil genius! Above is my diabolical "mad scientist laugh" face. (If I had a mustache, I would be spinning it in between my finger and thumb.)

I took it to another level. I raised the bar. We are now playing a high stakes game. I no longer just pee on Mom and Dad, thats right, I now poop on them. They are not safe. 24/7. Public or private setting. Diaper on or diaper off. Its all fair game. See, I have figured out how to hold my poop in for a full 24 hour period, then I unleash it all in one diaper busting movement. The other day Mom was feeding me on the couch and I let her have it, she screamed in agony at the

shear force and volume of it all, and with a smug grin, I smiled back. Dad came rushing over to help, but his powers are useless against mine. He went in with a wet wipe, and I retaliated with a five foot mustard shot. He leaped back in shock and terror, and wheeled into the kitchen for reinforcements. Alas, it was to late, the damage had been done; on the couch, on the hardwood floor, on the rug, on the coffee table, on the letter to be mailed out later that day, and yes, even a little bit on Dad's precious i-phone. Victory was mine, and to celebrate, I peed a little too.

The next day I repeated the event when Dad was feeding me, that one ended in a draw. Mom and Dad had their defenses well prepared, and I only managed to force Dad into changing shorts. I heard dad mention that "four o-clock was Beckams time of the day". They both laughed at the mediocre punch line. My time of the day indeed.

The following day in a very crowded public place with Mom quietly holding me in her chair, and Dad busily working on pointless paper work. Neither of them aware of the terror that was lurking just minutes away. Mom was the first to feel my awesome wrath.

"Andrew" She whispers quietly.

"Yes". His reply

"Its four o-clock." With a hint of urgency in her voice, trying not to draw attention to the now desperate situation

" I know what time it is and I'm hurrying!" Actually, it was 2:30, and Dad did not know what time it was.

"No Andrew. Its four o-clock." The tone of her voice was pointed and obvious now.

"Babe! I said I know...what....time......it......is." He slowly sat upright in his chair as he responded. Dad then knew what time it really was.

They both quietly picked up there things and tried to shuffle out the door to avoid any on lookers. The day was mine, and everyone in the room knew it. I had won the battle, and was winning the war. Dad took me outside and laid me on the clean side of my blanket while mom went through half a dozen wet wipes to trying to clean her clothes. She exited the building with large wet spot on her shorts from the wet wipes, like she was the one who needed the diaper. Meanwhile Dad futilely tried to clean up the mess, but again his powers were outmatched by mine. Twenty minutes later they had finally cleaned up and had me in a new outfit. Only after throwing away the blanket and my previous out fit.

It was a glorious victory, and one that I am still basking in today. They did get the final word in earlier today though as I sat on top of two thick towels from 2pm until I eventually succeeded at around 4:30pm. They had plenty of diapers and wipes on hand and it appears that they have caught on to my tactics, rendering me almost completely powerless. I will just have to change things up a bit, but I still have the element of surprise, and that is my greatest weapon.

Until next time, I continue with my diabolical laugh.....

I make quite the pea-in-a-pod don't I?

No matter what I do, Mom still loves me. ( And I still love her)

Nothin Doin

2009-07-07T22:35:00.004-06:00

I fell asleep on Dad's arm, I know, looks comfy huh?

A picture a day.

Hello.

Well yesterday was a pretty standard day for me. Woke up. Ate. Pooped. Slept. I did those four things through out most the day in no particular order. Mom must have read yesterdays blog, because she didn't eat one thing in front of me the whole day. Bravo Mom, bravo. We did make a trip over to TGH. (The Girls House. They are some of my Moms best friends, and some of my favorite aunts). We got to check out their new place and hung out in the back yard for most of the evening were I met another four legged furry baby named Roxy. Now neither Roxy nor Sebastian are very smart, all they did the whole night was chase sticks and tennis balls. I haven't figured out what they are exactly, but they are definitely not intelligent creatures. Until next time, good bye.

Food

2009-07-07T00:31:00.004-06:00

Sup.

So yesterday the CPW and I went back up to Grandma and Opa's house for a sunday cookout. I am starting to get more than a little frustrated that everyone eats what ever they want around me, knowing full well that my options are limited. I can state for a fact that formula is no good. Seriously, no good. Next time you pour a nice cold bowl of cereal for yourself, try it with formula. Not cold formula, but luke warm formula. If you don't have any formula handy, just leave the milk jug on the window sill for about two or three hours. Doesn't sound so good does it? Look, I'm not trying to complain, I got a pretty good thing going here. All I am asking for is a little courtesy, while I suck on room temperature powdered milk try not to eat steak, hot dogs, or any kind of baked good around me. The smell alone is torture enough. Its bad enough that I have to watch a furry four legged baby go where ever he pleases (not to mention everyone else) and watch Mom feed him a little bit of whatever she is eating. So please, a little respect. Until next time, peace.

The furry four legged baby (Mom calls him Sebastian, Dad calls him "Stop it" or "Off", I don't know why.)

It was a pretty long weekend for me

Fourth of Jewllie!

2009-07-05T15:41:00.003-06:00

Opa and Grandma and Me
American made baby!
Mom made me post all of these pics.

Happy Independence Day!

Well I know its a day late and a dollar short, but happy fourth anyways. Yesterday I was all over Utah, first down in Provo and later up at Grandma's house. Mom, Dad, Sebastian and I started off at a Barbeque in P-Town where my suspicions of being famous were again validated when I was showing off my new shirts.(Thanks Holly) Everyone kept taking pictures and telling Mom how handsome I was. The best part of the bbq was when Dad got drenched, just classic. Mom seemed to enjoy it too. I also am getting very curious about eating real food. I watched as everybody around me ate all kinds of food. Both at the BBQ and at Grandma's house later where I met three more of my wonderful cousins Maggie, Ashley, and Paige along with their wonderful Mom Allison. (Who by the way loves hugs, next time you see her just squeeze away) We capped off the night by watching Dad and others light fireworks. At first I thought they were called "near death experiences", but apparently thats just what Mom call's them. Until next time, enjoy your freedom.

Game Diary

2009-07-02T16:57:00.005-06:00

Team Pure Entertainment

Well Helllooo.

Yesterday was quite a day. It was the first game of the season for Pure Entertainment, a co-ed soccer team made up of members of my family. I was pretty excited all day with anticipation. I was a little disappointed that I couldn't play, but I knew the team would be ok with out me. With out further ado; the game diary.

8:30 Kickoff. The starting line up consists of Heather and Kristen in defense, Kendall and Emily in the midfield, Geoff up front and Tyler in the goal.

8:33 The other team scores two goals pretty quickly and since they were scored by girls PE (Pure Entertainment) is down by four. Also no one is really keeping their shape, it now looks like a hodge-podge of positioning.

8:40 After Emily gets PE with in two half way through the first half my Dad enters the game for Geoff, surely this is where the game turns around...

8:42 This is embarrassing. Dad clearly needs to work on his conditioning. At first I thought it was a little bit of strategy from the old man, hanging out at the end of the field. But then I noticed that he kept rubbing his eyes and squinting, also, he had is mouth wide open like he was trying to drink the air. After two minutes on the field he heads to the bench and bends over the trash can trying to find the other half of the hot dog that Mom through away. Geoff returns for him, just in time too. Geoff and Kendall score three goals between the two of them to tie things up.

8:48 Kristen makes a brilliant defensive play and catches the ball off of the boards, the only thing is that Kristen is not the goalie. The other team gets a free kick and Tyler makes a pretty good save to keep it tied going into the half.

8:55 Half time and not one person on PE is talking to each other, they are all just staring at the clock watching the 0:35 second half time count down. I think I see tears coming from her eyes at the sight of the game clock.

8:56 Team PE pick up right were they left off....and go down by four goals in the first three minutes of the second half. Its an interesting tactic, "let the other team score. That way we get the ball back at midfield every time", lets see if it pays off.

9:05 Dad and Tyler switch positions and Dad is now the goalie, not really a good move considering 20 minutes earlier he was hunched over what he thought was trash can, when it was actually the time keeper. See, his vision went in the first five minutes of the game along with his lungs and the ability to distinguish trash cans from anything else.

9:10 The second half strategy I spoke of earlier is in fact, not paying off. The score is now 12-5. The scoreboard must be broken though, because no matter how many times the ball goes by Dad, the score remains 12 - 5. What's the mercy rule again?

9:20 Game. 12-5 is the final score. Dad must be delusional now because he is just diving at noises even though game has long been over. Two minutes later he realizes the game ended four minutes ago, and I began to tell everyone that I have a single mother and that my father was kidnapped by the Girl Scouts.

Well that was my first game diary. Hopefully next weeks game is more of an even battle (I plan on spitting up on Dad minutes before the game so he won't be able to play) and that Team PE has more subs. Time to hand out grades.

A++: Kristen, Heather, and Emily. All of the girls played the entire game with only a 0:35 second break at half time. Kristen gets the MVP because she held her own even though she had never played before.

B: Geoff and Kendall who really put together most of the offensive surges for the game.

B-: Tyler. He had a great game and only gets the minus for allowing Dad to take his place in goal.

D: Dad. The only reason he didn't get an F is because I was really surprised he didn't go home on a stretcher after the first half, to his credit, he never quit

Well until next. Have a pleasant evening

This was me moments before we left for Dads game, I was very excited.

Tuesday the 30'th of June

2009-07-01T18:34:00.003-06:00

The "I feel something warm and squishy in my pants" face.

Welcome to the party.

Well yesterday was a very uneventful day. Nothing to say except that I am sad that Jordan left, I really felt like her and I really bonded over the last few days. She highlighted Mom's hair and now Mom looks amazing. I would show you a picture but apparently Mom has the final say on what pictures i can post of her. I tried to tell her that it was MY blog, therefore I should have final cut, but "noooo". Just take my word for it, she looks great. Sorry it took me a while for this post, but until next time, make yourself at home.

Not much

2009-06-29T23:16:00.004-06:00

Catching me asleep is sort of like seeing a unicorn

Greetings.

Well today was a pretty uneventful day, nothing too exciting to report on. So I thought I would vent about a personal issue. (Other than the second half collapse by the Americans yesterday) With the exception of this one blog, I can't use my arms or legs, and it is supremely frustrating. I have them, I just can't use them. Its not as though I don't try, I kick and squirm as much as possible and I now know what a fish out of water feels like. Imagine trying to scratch an itch above your eyebrow, but instead of scratching it with a finger, your fist rolls over your nose instead. Its like staring at a blank check with your name on it from Oprah but no matter what bank you take it to, no one will cash it. So if anyone is wondering why I spend the majority of my day crying, now they know. Until next time, live long and prosper.

Jordan makes a great pillow.

New Swing

2009-06-29T00:12:00.004-06:00

Hello again.

Well its late and I am currently chilaxing in a new baby swing that Jordan brought me, so I am feeling pretty sleepy. So its going to be a short one.

Yesterday was a fun day, mostly for Mom and Dad. After they begged me for a night off all day I decided to give them one. Mom definitely earned it and I couldn't very well let her go out by herself, (I would have been up all night worrying about her) so I let Dad go with her only if they agreed to drop me off at grandma's house. They went to the Real Salt Lake soccer game together where they ran into some friends and family and had a pretty good time. I was pretty jealous that I didn't get to go with them, but I knew Dad was going to watch the US mens game with me the next day. More about that game later, actually, lets talk about that now. It was a great first half and a horrible second half, and I was a roller coaster of emotions. Dad took the loss pretty well though. I on the other hand cried about it for hours after I got home. Well I am struggling to keep my eyes open so I think I am going to call it a night. Until next time.

2009-06-27T07:12:00.008-06:00

Sup people.

Its about 7 am on Saturday the 27'th and I have been up for about an hour with dad, and about two hours with mom before that. So I thought I would get a blog in.

You know I haven't been up this early in a while, but it gives me a chance to appreciate this part of the morning, watch the sunrise, and collect my thoughts. I know Mom and Dad like the morning too because I heard them arguing over who wanted to wake up with me. I tried to tell them that they could both hang out with me if they wanted but I guess they misunderstood because I was with Mom first and Dad after that. I don't know why they didn't just wake up at the same time, seems easier to me.

Enough about me though, its time to talk about my day yesterday. Went for a little drive with coolest people in the world (Mom and Dad) after they cleaned the house for Jordan when she comes to visit. We all went so Mom could get fitted for a brides maid dress, Dad looked bored. I guess we are all going to Texas for a wedding. Mom says I am going to love Texas. After that Dad went into work at the Olive Garden, and a little later Mom and I went into visit him where even more people told me how cute I was. Well actually they told Mom, but its the same thing. (Side note: If this many people are telling me I am "so cute" then it must be true, right? Right. So I am putting it out there as a fact to go along with gravity and Santa Clause, I am really good looking. Glad I got that off my chest). Everybody I meet keeps telling the CPW (Coolest People in the World) "congratulations". I haven't quite figured out why yet, but when I do I will be sure to let my peeps know. Until then, peace out.

When I took this picture I was trying to figure out what that sound was that just came from my diaper. It kind of sounded like a duck, but I didn't see one around when it happened.

2009-06-26T16:33:00.003-06:00

Hello again. Well yesterday was quite an adventure. It started out as a pretty typical morning, up at 7 for breakfast, did a little cardio, light snack then lunch at noon right before I took my afternoon nap. It was the afternoon that was the fun part. I managed to pee on three outfits and two blankets, mom was pretty tee'd. After dad left for work I thought mom was taking ME outside, turns out she was really taking Sebastian out instead. I know what your thinking, I thought it was kind of rude too.

Sebastian, as far as I can tell, is a furry baby with a slightly higher level of mobility than myself. Mom and dad feed him, bathe him, clean up his poop, and he wines all the time. He usually wines the most when ever mom is feeding me, he is a highly jealous creature. But man, Dad sure likes to yell at him.

So after Mom chased Sebastian to try and get him back inside, I decided to help, so I yelled at him too. I really thought Mom would have appreciated the help, she didn't seem to like my way of helping though. I continued to cry for the next six hours while dad was at work, I can't really remember why, just felt like doing it I guess. Maybe I just really missed dad, because when he got home he took me for a drive. We went all the way up to Lagoon then out to the Great Salt Air then down to the E Center. We finally got back home at about 1:30 in the morning and I was pretty tired by then. Even though Mom didn't come on the drive with Dad and I, she was pretty tired too, still don't know why.

That wraps up Thursdays activities for ya.

Below is a picture of me. I am going to do a self portrait a day for a whole year so you can track my growth with me.

Sincerely

Beckam Reeves

Peace out homies!

Nice to meet you

2009-06-24T11:05:00.003-06:00

Well this is the first official post to my blog. I will try to post a daily blog to satisfy all of my fans and keep them up to date with my life. It will be a little difficult to do this though because I really haven't figured out how to control my arms and legs yet, or how to move for that matter. So please be patient. I entered this world over two weeks ago on June 8th., so here is a little summary as I remember it

It was at 11:12 P.M. (at least thats what I was told) and after a large plunger was attached to the top of my head, I opened my eyes for the first time and man was it bright. I was absolutely freezing and really confused, I didn't really know what was going on. I was being passed around from one place to the next. I heard some one say "Six pounds eleven ounces and 20 inches long", no idea what that meant. After a few hectic minutes I was finally wrapped up nice and tight and looking at the most beautiful thing in the world, my mother. She looked a little tired but I could tell that I was going to like her. The next face I saw was my Dad's and I can't help but notice that his hair is just like mine, handsome devil. I couldn't figure out why he was so excited though. Actually I know why, I am pretty great after all. Why else would so many people wanna hang out with me and take my picture?

After a few frustrating days in the hospital I finally figured out how to get food in my mouth and where to go to do it. A day after that Mom, Dad and I finally leave the hospital and go home. The outside world is HUGE. When we get home I am relieved to see that Grandma Tefteller is staying with us, because as much as I love mom and dad I don't think they really know what they are doing. Well, Mom might be ok, but Dad definitely needs some help. After a few days of eating, pooping and sleeping, ReeRee leaves and I am a little concerned about my well being. So I cry, alot, to voice my displeasure. I cry often over the next few days, for no reason really, mostly just to keep mom and dad up late at night.

Well I hope that brings everybody up to date. Below are a few pictures of myself, there were thousands to choose from so I just put up a few of my favorites.

Day one. I know, I can't believe how good I look either.
My first bath....check out the hair
Me, mom and dad on fathers day
I told mom that I would put dad to sleep for her, he gets cranky when he doesn't have a nap.

PS... I have really got this peeing thing down. So far I have peed on dad (twice), mom, and a few others with out my diaper on, and I swear it never gets old. They freak out every time.