Mason was in the bath tub on Monday night, doing what he wasn't supposed to be doing (standing) when his hand slipped and he came crashing down, on his chin. There was a lot of screaming and crying (both dad and I, and Mason) and a little blood (just Mason) and a few frantic calls to the pediatrician who said we needed to come on in and have it looked at and probably closed up. Mason did awesome, even earned a stuffed whale from the attending doctor who stitched him up. It was well after midnight when we got home, but, the important news is that we all survived. Holy hell child, your mother can't keep this up! I think it was harder on us than it was on him. Good gravy!!
If you ask Mason, it was an ok night . . . they put us in a room that over looked the ambulance bays, so he got to watch them come and go all night. He was a happy camper without a care in the world. At least til the fishing hook came into play, then it's a different story.
Love you little man!! No more trips for a while, ok? Ok!!
I skipped church on Sunday and we went out to breakfast and then headed to a pumpkin patch east of town. Mason loved riding the "choo choo train" and the hay ride and really just getting lost in the corn maze. Next year I'd like to get there before he's actually taller than the corn!! Oh well, fun was had by all, and that's the most important thing.
We snagged some condo points from my parents (thanks again mom and dad) and headed to Breckenridge a few weeks ago for our 5 year wedding anniversary. We had perfectly dry roads there and back and some snow to play in while we were there. Not a bad way to spend a long weekend - snuggled up with my two favorite boys.
Mason was in the bath tub on Monday night, doing what he wasn't supposed to be doing (standing) when his hand slipped and he came crashing down, on his chin. There was a lot of screaming and crying (both dad and I, and Mason) and a little blood (just Mason) and a few frantic calls to the pediatrician who said we needed to come on in and have it looked at and probably closed up. Mason did awesome, even earned a stuffed whale from the attending doctor who stitched him up. It was well after midnight when we got home, but, the important news is that we all survived. Holy hell child, your mother can't keep this up! I think it was harder on us than it was on him. Good gravy!!
Just a few Mason photos to brighten your day, and mine. Plus an "after spaghetti" as promised for Auntie Angie. What can I say, the kid loves his noodles!
