Dear Andy,

I hope your grad school class went well tonight. While you were gone Mason did multiple laps around the house instead of putting on his jammies, he learned that he could take off his diaper and he also had a grand time STANDING on Mr. Zebra. We miss you and will try to survive alone.

Turkey, turkey and MORE TURKEY!

Yay, poultry! We had a grand time at Dana and Darren's house for Thanksgiving with lots of cooking, eating and drinking (Darren just put in a kegerator in the basement, yum yum). The house was beautiful and as always it was lovely to spend time with family. On Saturday, the three of us headed out to a local tree farm so we could cut our own Christmas tree. I'll be honest, it's a little challenging to decorate a tree with a curious one year old hovering about.

This is literally a Mason sized Christmas tree, so cute! We went with one a bit taller.

John Popper?

I think my favorite part is the super tiny dance move at second 30.



Now if we could just learn more than the one note...

In and out

When Mason and I get home in the evening, I open the back door so he can go in and out of the house. It's awesome when Mason comes back inside with presents like rocks and flowers. He hand delivers them with a huge smile. Me likie.
Today however, I had a brand new present. A baby slug! He kept saying, "Ba, BA!" No buddy, not a bug. Just really, really gross.
This video was taken after the slug incident but I thought it would be a good one to post. Look how much better Mason is walking!



Speaking of gross...Mason pooped in the bathtub tonight. I have no words.

Lady Bug, Lady Bug...

Go away! Our house is once again the home to many lady bugs (they are not actually lady bugs but they look pretty much identical to the aphid-eating, gardener loving species. Oh no, these are in fact an invasive Asian beetle) Anyway...it has been the perfect opportunity to teach Mason a new word, "Bug." Due to the number of non-ladybugs in our home, we've had lots of practice. This is not the most exciting video but you do get to hear our little guy's attempt at communicating.

Sorry strangers!

The grocery store has recently been the location for some uncomfortable moments. When spoken to by pretty much anyone Mason responds with the following expression...

We truly did not encourage this until after a few weeks of witnessing it. If you ever get the stink-eye, we apologize!

My Little Lion

For Halloween the three of us headed to Burke and enjoyed the day with the Gormans, Pappy, Mama and Gram. Mason played at a fall festival dressed as a lion. It took him a little while to get comfortable in the costume but once he did he was running around enjoying the slide and dirt. At the end of the day Mason was able to give a little "rar" when prompted. I haven't called him Little Lion since we brought him home from the hospital...isn't time a crazy thing?