The three of us have recently enjoyed many hours of the Olympics, porch swinging, an Italian Ice date to Rita's, a visit to Mom's school, many late night feedings and diaper changes, Mason's first bottle, as well as meeting some new friends.
Patrick came to visit on Saturday and although no guns were fired, Mason enjoyed his snuggle time.
Even though we have Mason sleeping in an Arm's Reach Bassinet which fits against our bed, I couldn't resist a picture of him sleeping in his crib. For being such a big boy, he sure looks small in his bed!
At five in the morning, Mason woke up and started making little fussy sounds. I couldn't figure out what was wrong! I had just fed and changed him, he had his paci and was swaddled snug as a bug in a rug. I put my head down and immediately heard a loud "blahhh" followed by a splat. Andy and I both shot up and looked in the bassinet but were unable to find any mess! Where was it? We looked and looked. Did it somehow land in our bed?
"Oh, wow," we both said. Mason had somehow managed to clear his entire body and land the mess on his feet!
I've heard a story or two about my husband and his first experience with drinking a little too much (right, Chris?). Although the substance was different, the outcome was the same. Like father, like son. Grand.
Here is our little Tree Monkey getting changed at five in the morning after projectile vomiting. Doesn't he look peaceful and content?
Hanging out in the nursery on Mason's Jungle Tummy Time Mat.
Today Mason got to see his new friends Merideth and Liam. Unfortunately, our little Hot Pocket left a little drool for Liam but being the nice guy that he is, Liam said it was just fine. We'll have to add "Drooling on People" to the list of things to work on.
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