Baby Wyatt & Train's

Mason got to hang out with baby Wyatt tonight. He was so excited and could hardly wait for him to get here. When he got there Becca set Wyatt's carrier on the table where Mason was sitting. Mason commented "he's so cute" in a nice high pitched, talking-to-a-baby voice. Of course, once Wyatt was here for a while Mason didn't really act like he cared too much. Wyatt hung out on the floor and Mason played around him. A few times Wyatt cried and Mason came over all concerned saying, "oh, he crywin". He would then walk away, come back a short minute later and say, "he still crywin".

When I was putting Mason to bed tonight I told him that we were going to potty train him so that he could wear big boy underpants. He became very excited and said, "we get to ride on a train?!?". I'll explain that one to him later;)

Hog the Blog

I decided that Mason can't hog the WHOLE blog...just most of it. Here is a picture of Caleb and I at Abbie and Dominick's wedding. It was a ton of fun and great food. Those Italian's know how to eat!

Diaper Dialogue

I came home tonight after Caleb had already put Mason to bed. I went upstairs to check on him because he was calling for me. When I walked into his room he said, "I have a problem, I can't go to sleep. I can't find Austin." Picture his head cocked to one side and his hands up in the air in a questioning motion. SUCH personality. (His pillowcase has two backyardigans on one side and two on the other side. Austin is the only backyardigan who is not on the pillowcase).

Mason had also decided to poop for the third time tonight so I told him that I would fix it. He noticed that I had gone to Target while he was sleeping and had bought new diapers. He was so excited about me buying new diapers...werido. He went to lay down on the floor and said,
Mason: do you have a bag for the stinky diaper?
Me: yes
Mason: do you have a diaper?
Me: yes, I do
I started changing his diaper and he kept telling me how it was a stinky diaper and then he said, "great job mommy", what an encourager.

He is SO my son.

As a side note, as I am writing this post I could hear my phone ringing, but I couldn't find it. I then looked at the baby monitor and realized that my phone was in Mason's room. I ran up there and the little guy didn't even stir while it was ringing. Nuts!

Sick Day

I finally decided to take Mason to the doctor. I never know when to finally pull the trigger and take him. I don't want to go through all the hassle of taking him and have the doctor look at me like I am crazy for coming in and that he is perfectly fine. He had a fever for long enough and a cough that didn't sound like his other kinds of coughs so I pulled the trigger.

I picked Mason up from the sitter earlier than normal and when we were in the car he said, "I mad at you" Why, I asked. "Cause I no get a snack with the big kids". How silly of me, I should have scheduled his doctor appointment around his snacking, not his nap or my work schedule. Oh well, you can't win them all.

Mason did great at the doctor this time. He had a small freak out about getting weighed but at least we didn't have to put him on the baby scale...talk about looking ridiculous. (or Bidiculous, as Mason would say). He let the doctor look in his ears, for birdies. Our doctor is good at whistling without him noticing. He also was pretty taken with the "flash light" that the doctor had. Mason's response whenever the doctor asked if he could do something..."yes you can". Love it! He even got a sticker at the end of the appointment, first time ever!

Stats: Weight 32 lbs.
Prognosis: Croup
I guess it was good I pulled the trigger. Hopefully his cough starts sounding better.

So Tired!

We had a long weekend! "Aunt" Abbie got married to Dominick this weekend. Caleb and my parents did a lot of the work with Mason since I was in the wedding. To add to the exhaustion Mason decided to empty the contents of his stomach about 20 minutes into our car ride to Chicago. We were off to a rough start. But, the wedding was wonderful and we had a great time. Sleep was low on the to-do list therefore, Caleb and I have been dragging! So, Monday after work we rented Mason a movie in hopes that we could have a nice calm evening. This is how it ended up. I think it worked.

By Special Request

Picture: All the kids at the babysitter's. Mason is on the far right. The green eggs and ham is cake!

This is a story from the past but someone special has requested that it make the blog...and I am glad he did. It was cute.

For Dr. Suess's birthday the sitter did a whole big special day. They made Dr. Seuss hats, had green eggs and ham, even a green eggs and ham cake for snack. We knew that the sitter was going to be doing a special day so I was preparing Mason for it on the drive there. I was telling him that it was Dr. Seuss's birthday and that they were going to have a special day at Trisha's. This information set him into an absolute fit. He started freaking out that we weren't going to Susan's house (his first babysitter). He kept telling me, "noooo, I go to Dr. Susan's house. It her berday" I tried to reassure him it was Dr. Seuss's birthday, not Susan's. But he INSISTED it was Dr. Susan's birthday and we MUST go there!

You're welcome Dad!

Mason's Big Friday

Mason got to work on "projects" at the sitters on Friday. He got to make his own St. Patrick placemat, which he promptly told me that he is supposed to eat on it. He also made a Shamrock counting book where he got to put shamrock stickers on the pages marked with each number. I could tell that Trisha had been working on counting with having the kids practice by counting their fingers. The whole way home he was trying to count his fingers and my fingers, he continued to get stuck on three but hey, he is getting there.

Caleb and I went out last night and had a girl from my school watch Mason. Ashley has watched him before but he was very excited about her coming this time. When Ashley got there she was wearing flip flops which she took off. Therefore, she was walking around barefoot and Mason instantly noticed her blue toenail polish. He got on the floor, laying on his tummy, with his face about two inches from her toes. He said, "look at your toes, they blue!" Then he started trying to count her toes, then he paused and said, "look at your piggys!!!" He was so amazed. Funny! He then grabbed Ashley's hand and practically pushed us out the door. He had fun.

So much fun that at 5:30 this morning I awoke to him standing at the top of the stairs saying in a rather pathetic voice, "she go home, she go back to her house." I picked him up and he grabbed my face and asked again if she went home. Ashely is a keeper:)

Mason had a bit of a rough day today. I don't think he is feeling 100% yet. He had to serve some time in time out today because he forgot how to share. He wasn't allowed to get up until he could say who's blocks they were (anyone would work other than "MINE"). When I talked to him about it on the way home today he said, "the blocks not mine, they everybody's" I told him that Jesus wants little boys to share their toys. He said, "MAYBE that is a good idea, MAYBE you should tell Tasha!"

Ha, they even tattle on their fake friends!

It's me-Mason!

It has been so nice lately it was time to break out the wagon for our family walks. I don't know who was more excited, Mason or Stella! Mason had to wear his sunglasses-there is something hilarious to me about a two year old in sunglasses-kind of like a monkey in a dress. On our walk Mason saw a bird and yelled out "Hi bird, it's me, Mason! I need your help!" During the rest of our walk he kept introducing himself to objects; tress, mailboxes, cars.

Mason has already figured out the standard conversation between Caleb and I. Today he walked up to Caleb and said, "Daddy, I have to ask you a quession. WHAT are we going to have for dinner?" Good question buddy, good question.

Busy Busy Boy

We had a great weekend which has included Mason being super busy. He is talking more and more (which I didn't think was possible) and using more and more of his imagination. He remembers things from weeks previous and astounds us with the things that he says.

There is one episode of Umizoomie (yeah I know, who comes up with this stuff) where a kids kite comes apart at the kite festival. We talk about kites and going to a kite "pestibal" ALL the time. It is so funny, he asks us if we can fix his kite and he gets sad because his kite came apart.

Right now we have been building a lot of towers out of his blocks...build it, break it down. The towers are usually castles for his favorite Backyardigan Tasha. He has also been loving the classic books by Richard Scary. One story in particular is about a firefighter cat named Smoky who saves Katie Kitty from her smoky house. This scenario is usually worked into every story he comes up with. Maybe he will become a firefighter, he loves to play one even in his room when he is alone. Only time will tell.