Me Time

While Mason spent a fun weekend with Daddy, I spent the weekend having some fun of my own with this handsome guy:


Rock climbing, hot tub, dinner, movies... it was as good as vacation. Hey, even the best moms need a little time to themselves every once in awhile.

Hope You're Hungry

On Saturday morning I woke up approximately 18 minutes before I had to be at work so I poured Mason a bowl of cereal and tried to make myself look presentable. Mase must have sensed the urgency in my makeup application because instead of asking me for help, he decided to get a second bowl himself.

I came out of the bedroom to find him picking up Cheerios one by one and either eating them or throwing them back in the box. Oy.

Outnumbered

His Future's So Bright

Bubbles and Sunshine

Back to the Park

Since I've been subbing, I haven't been able to get out in the sunshine that seems to have crept up on us this week - but today, it was a beautiful 61 degrees so I picked Mase up from daycare and we hit the playground.


Do you remember the last time you got on a swing? Ah. The beauty of having a toddler. I can swing and nobody can say anything about it. I'm only going high because it makes him laugh, not because I'm pretending I'm flying. Really.

Hey, Aim, remember this?


March 18th, 2009: one day away from being exactly two years ago. Is that even my kid? Wow... just... crazy.

DOH!

Snow

A couple weekends ago Central Pennsylvania was hit with yet another snow storm. Roads were awful, the interstate was shut down, and my stubborn boyfriend insisted on driving home to York. Bored and not wanting to clean up the disaster that was my house, I decided to do what I'd been putting off all winter: take Mase out to play in the snow.

Now, I haven't been putting it off because I'm a meanie. I'd been putting it off because... well, because of a bunch of reasons. I don't like being cold, for one. I didn't feel like shoving Mason's feet into those uncomfortable rubber boots. I didn't want to get my camera wet. Did I mention I hate being cold?

But I did it anyway because I'm hoping this will be our last snowfall for the year and I feel like there's some kind of unwritten Mom Law that says you have to take your kid out to play in the snow.


It took approximately 20 minutes to get Mason dressed and we lasted about 3.5 minutes before we (um, he!) wanted to go inside. Hey, my camera was wet, Mason's feet hurt, and it was cold.



NOW we're ready for Spring.

Cross it off the Bucket List

I'm currently sitting at my first (semi-)"real" job. I'm not wearing a name tag or an apron or a tie and I'm not opening beer bottles or wine bottles or taking orders.

Be proud, Mase. It took me long enough to get here.

A Month Late

I'm a month late, but I just came across these Valentine's Day pictures. Mase and I made cookies and dipped some fruit for our favorite valentine. :)







My little valentine had something for me, too:

You Know it's Laundry Day When...

Price Check

When your kid wants to ride around the grocery story like he's a giant bag of dog food you might be surprised at all the strange looks you receive.



I'll have you know, you judgmental old ladies, that's the most well-behaved kid at the Weis Markets, right there.

Wonder Where He Might Have Heard That?

The other morning in the car, on the way to Barnes and Noble, I was listening to some music singing my little heart out as usual.

Mase: "Mommy, could you turn the music off?"
Me: "I guess so. Why?"
Mase: [in the most exasperated voice a two-year-old can muster] "I just want a little quiet."

Potty Persuasion

We aren't potty training. Not really, anyway; I'm not in a big rush to do it, mostly because I'm lazy and don't feel like cleaning up pee puddles and washing extra laundry and whatnot. But the other night, just for kicks, I told Mason that if he pooped in the potty, I'd take him out for ice cream.

Now, for those of us who use the bathroom according to when our body tells us we need to use the bathroom, the concept of pooping on command is just about inconceivable. If someone says "jump", I can jump... but if someone says "poop", I'm pretty sure that would be a more difficult order to follow. Yet, within a matter of minutes after having uttered the bribe, a turd the size of a grape had fallen out of Mason's butt into the potty and I found myself in the car driving the magical child to Dairy Queen.


Why is he eating the ice cream at home (pants-less) and not at Dairy Queen, you ask? Moments after ordering our ice cream, before it was even made, the kid does it again. Not on command this time.

Literally

Mason was eating mini pierogies for lunch. He said he was done. While getting him down from the table I handed him one and said, "here, take one for the road".

He proceeded to walk towards the back door.

"I need shoes, Mommy." He was already opening the door.

"For what?" I didn't get it, but it's really obvious now.

"To give this to the road!"

Right..

Lunch Date