We seem to have come through the other side of this recent teething unscathed. The front left one is through, and the one next to it is almost through. I guess the other two will take a little longer. All I know is the fever is gone, the Tylenol is put away and I have my happy kid back. Whew! Such a relief.

Tomorrow is Mason's birthday. My baby will be one. A baby no more, that's for sure.

He was up at the official butt crack of dawn on Saturday (5:15) so I begged Chris to go get him, with his blanket, and put him in bed with me while Chris got ready for work. And what do you know, he cuddled with me for almost an hour. I can't even tell you how much I miss those days. I laid there, and breathed in the smell of his clean hair and listened to his breathing and watched him sleep peacefully. Makes my heart ache for another one. Anyone want to share their lottery winnings with me?!?

Grandma Donna, and Great Uncle Dave and Great Aunt LeAnn are driving up on Friday for the party next weekend. They haven't seen Mason since May. They are hardly going to recognize him! But, I know that we'll all have a wonderful weekend celebrating together.