Jaxon's 1st Oreo...

Justin had oreos for breakfast Saturday morning (I know, really healthy...). There were only about three left in the package, so we just let little man play with it. Later on in the day, he accomplished the task that he had worked so hard for all day... HE GOT AN OREO OUT OF THE PACKAGE! He loved it. Connie (Nana) told me to get it out of his mouth, but all I could do was laugh and take pictures... A little chocolate never hurt anyone...!

Happy Boy!

Happy (late) Birthday Daddy!

Saturday was Justin's 25th Birthday... we spent the weekend at the lake to celebrate, so I haven't got a chance to post until now. My husband is a wonderful father. He is interactive, helpful and loving. I can’t guess how many times a day he kisses and hugs Jaxon, telling him “I love you, buddy” or “You’re beautiful” every time. He works long hours so that we can support this family. He is such an encouraging father, always helping Jaxon practice achieving his next developmental milestone and building up his confidence and self-esteem. He is so proud to be Jaxon’s Daddy. He thinks the world of our boy and is determined to raise him to be a good, godly man who loves his mother and appreciate the little things. He’ll do it, too, watch and see!

Happy Birthday Daddy! We love you so much!

All that I am...

...is simply because You Are.

Photo Shoot with Mommy...

Jaxon had a photo shoot with Mommy today... here are some of my favorites!

Isn't he too precious...?

Never Leave Your Partner Behind...

The Mason's had a busy weekend. Friday night we had a lock-in for the youth...at our house. We had a great time and our so glad that we got to have the "kids" over. Jaxon and I slept most of the night, but we did have fun playing in the inflatable that Daddy rented. Well, he had fun as long as no one else was moving. He was too easy to tip over!
Fun with Mommy...
The morning after... "Mommy, it's too early for pictures."

Saturday night was date night. Justin and I went to see "Fireproof." It was so good. It's such a wonderful reminder that as a married couple, we are partners, and we are never to leave one another behind. Not only is he my husband, but he's my best friend. I am so thankful for this man of God in my life, and don't know what I'd do without him. He certainly is a blessing to me- through the good times and the bad.

Sunday was another busy day. Justin had to preach both services because Bro. Wayne was out of town. He did such a good job (even though he claims that I didn't tell him). After church I went to the funeral home... Brandi, a friend that I grew up with lost her twins. She was six and a half months pregnant. This is a hard time for her and her family, so please keep them in your prayers. After the visitation, Jaxon and I went to Lindsey and Jacob's wedding shower. They got all kinds of nice stuff, and Jaxon got to "play" with Micah for a little while. Then after church Sunday night, Jaxon and Mommy went to eat with Nana and Paps and a lot of Daddy's family while Daddy stayed at the church and ate with the youth...

It was a busy weekend, and we didn't get all the rest that we needed. That should make for an interesting week. (But thankfully, only one week until FALL BREAK!)

Poop, Pee and Puke... Oh My!

Eventful. That's really the only word that I can find to describe our evening... eventful. Or gross. Gross would work too. I've been called dramatic more than a time or two in my life, but all drama and exaggeration aside- Last night was eventful, and gross.

Our afternoon had been pretty mundane for the most part... Jaxon slept right through supper, so at about 7:30, he decided that he was hungry. I put him in his high chair and started to feed him 'corn and sweet potatoes' for the first time. Half way through his food, he decided that he needed to use the bathroom. So I left him alone and let him do his business. When he was finished straining, he finished his jar of baby food, and then I put him in the floor so that I could change his diaper. As I unsnapped his onesie, little did I know what I was about to find. Poop was spread all up his back, all up his stomach and chest (all the way to his neck line). I have never seen so much poop! And the smell was horrendous! Justin got in the floor with me and held his hands so that they wouldn't wander somewhere that they didn't need to be. I used about thirty wipes and I had poop all over my hands. I decided that wipes were not going to do the trick. Jaxon needed a bath. I stripped him off and left him sitting in the floor while I went to wash my hands and run his bath water. I came back about two minutes later, and the kid is sitting in a 2 gallon puddle of pee, just splashing around like he's playing in a kiddie pool! I throw a towel in the puddle to help soak it up, and pick the little guy up under his armpits, careful not to touch myself with his smelly, wet body. Justin starts laughing, because Jaxon has the biggest grin ever on his face as he is carried off to the tub.

But wait, we're not done! Things slow down for a while, and then it's bedtime. He would not take his bottle or go to sleep. He was screaming and he held his lips so tight together that I couldn't squeeze the bottle nipple into his mouth. I decided that his teeth hurt so I got up and carried him in to the kitchen to get some teething tablets. As he opened his mouth to let me put the teething tablet in, throw up came SHOOTING (yes, shooting is the appropriate word, here) out of his mouth. I was so wet that I looked like I had entered a wet t-shirt contest. My hair had throw up in it. Jaxon's t-shirt and sweat pants were soaked. The kitchen floor was covered. You wouldn't believe the amount of throw up this little boy produced. It had to have contained everything that he ate in the last week! So once again, I called the clean up crew in (oh wait, we don't have one of those). I cleaned up my son's bodily fluids, once again, and prayed that this was the last gross thing that would happen to us before bed. And my prayers were answered. It was...

Eventful? Yes. Gross? Yes. Am I still the most thankful woman in the world to be this little guy's mommy? Always. Poop, pee, puke and all.

Painful Appearance...

Tooth #3 has arrived, and oh what pain it brought along with it! Poor Guy!