Never mind the bollocks

(Ken here - reprinted from my blog)

Let me say that I think that Beckett is starting off right. He's inheriting great taste like his father.

I like me some Late Night w/ Craig Ferguson on occasion. On Halloween his first guests were John Lydon and Steve Jones of the Se*x Pistols. I got around to watching it this evening and during their set Beckett gets really interested, heads to the television, and starts dancing. It seems my boy likes him some punk. Knowing this was a moment to capture, I grabbed the camera and shot a short video which I hope to post.

I think I'll be adding some Rancid and The Ramones to the Beckett playlist in iTunes.

The little guy makes me smile each and every day.

He's found his feet and is wandering around the house. He's become a menace to the poor dog. The cat has the sense and dexterity to get out of his way. I actually like that he's largely ambulatory. It means he can focus more energy on his words....and they're certainly coming. He's can say: thank you, dad, yum (more of a sound than word), grandad, and good. He really needs to say mom or else I think someone in the house is going to have their feelings hurt.