Fruity

Mason was up until midnight last night practicing yet another new skill. What could it possibly be now, you ask? Raspberries. Boy, are they fun. I brought him into bed with me when he woke up for the millionth time at ten o'clock and tried to cuddle him until he fell asleep. He'd get really quiet and when I thought he was sleeping, I'd shut my eyes only to be awoken by a drool shower and "thhhhpppp!" followed by an onslaught of baby giggles and babbles. It was actually pretty cute for awhile.

Here's Mason's raspberry makin' faces. I was unable to capture the spit bubbles that are an inevitable result of the raspberries, but I'll work on that.

And speaking of fruit:
Mmm.. banana bread.