Wednesday, April 4, 2012

A Spaghetti Story

We had spaghetti for dinner tonight.
When I first got home from work, we all sat around and played for a little bit. Beck was in one of his great moods and was cracking us up.


Then we started cooking our dinner. Beckett likes to be in the kitchen when I am, so he helped himself into the cabinet of pots and pans and "helped" me.

When the spaghetti was ready to go, he dug right in.

Sometimes using his spoon. And by using his spoon, I really mean making an even bigger mess with his spoon, and sometimes putting it in his mouth, no spaghetti attached.


Then he got upset about who knows what. He wouldn't touch anything with his hands, he didn't like being dirty, I guess.


But he got over it quickly. Back to happy.
 Notice the spaghetti on his leg. There's even more on the floor.

Then it was bathtime, obviously. Here's a close up of the damage done to his face.

Playtime after the bath. He thinks it's hilarious to shut the door on us.

Well, that's our spaghetti story. It was messy, delicious, and so much fun!










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