These were actually from a few weeks ago but Mase and I had so much fun, and I came across these pictures and the day was just too pretty not to post.
And it certainly doesn't matter if it's November, it's never too late in the year to bring the sand toys out.
Walking around in the woods, Mase and I came across a ton of leaves. Living beside a road and a bunch of pine trees hasn't given us any opportunities for leaf-jumping, so I scooped a bunch of leaves up in a big pile and we jumped right in.
Now, it's two weeks later and it snowed today. Ugh. I wish the fall weather would stay until springtime.
It was two days after Thanksgiving and 60-some degrees outside, but somehow I ended up with this:
And, an hour later, this:
I have tree-chopping pictures that I'll get around to posting soon, but yeah. It's not even December. Now I have to stare at a tree in my living room for the next 30 days. Fa-la-la-la-la. :)
I asked Mason, on Thanksgiving morning, what he was thankful for.
Mase: "What's thankful?" Me: "It means being happy to have something. What are you really happy you have?" Mase: [short pause] "Yellow lollipops, Baby Frog... and Chutes and Ladders".
When Mase and I came home tonight, the house was completely dark, as it usually is by the time I'm done with work. Mason's stumbling around trying to get his shoes off (why he can't find his feet with the lights off is beyond me). He's tripping over toys and bumping into walls so I walk over and hit the light switch. Voila, we can see.
Mason looks at me and enthusiastically exclaims, "YAY! Woohoo! Yay, Mommy! You saved the day!!!"
It's almost 11:11pm on 11/11/11. People who believe in things believe this is the ultimate wish-making minute. This morning, at 11:11am, I wished... just in case. I'll wish for the exact same thing when 11:11 rolls around again in a couple of minutes, because you never know.
I'll wish that he'll be as happy as he is now, forever.
Mason won a mini photoshoot from Dana Ann Photography for his Thing One costume. He was pretty grumpy, but Dana was awesome and we still got some really great pictures.
This one is my favorite picture of him in a long time - it's not smiley but it's just so him.
Mason and I spent this afternoon at Blacky. It was a beautiful, perfect day. I'll share many more pictures later, but I just need to say how much I did NOT want to take him to daycare and go to work. Ugh! I am envious of every full-time stay-at-home-mom that ever lived.
After Mason almost bent one of my cuff bracelets in half, I was trying to explain the meaning of the word "delicate" to him:
"It means very easy to break. Like my bracelet. It's very delicate so you have to be gentle with it. Flowers are delicate. And eggs.. eggs are delicate too because if you drop them, they crack. They're really easy to break. Can you think of anything else that's delicate?"
Mason had a haircut last year around this same time. A trim - a solid inch, maybe. It was his first haircut.
Today, we went in to see Landon again for Mason's second haircut. Landon's been cutting my hair for years and years and is the only one I'd trust with scissors near my pride and joy's fragile skull.
It was going to be a real haircut this time. But at the last minute.. I chickened out again and Mason got another inch taken off his hair. No one could tell the difference.
So far, November has brought sunny skies and melted the Halloween snow. Yesterday, Mase and I took full advantage of the weather and spent some time at the park.
I wish this weather (and Saturdays!) would last forever.
Mase and I ended up at Spring Creek Park. Now, it was the end of October, so I really just wanted to go to the park; I certainly didn't have any intentions on going in the creek. But, as usual, Mason had other ideas.
Needless to say, I was the only mother letting her kid in the water. But Mason loved it.
That last picture, I love. He looks like a three-year-old Huckleberry Finn. Or a runaway toddler hippie taking a little bath in the woods.
