He's a kicker

Mason loves his changing table. He could just hang out there all day, kicking, squealing, laughing. He really gets going as soon as you strip off his diaper. My dad says Mason is a nudist. I hope its too soon to tell.

But he is the happiest baby. He wakes up happy. He has been such a joy for me and I feel so lucky as a mother to have such a cute, loving, little boy. Tom and I just gobble up every moment with him. He is 13 weeks now. Time is flying by. I am trying to prepare myself daily to going back to work. I can feel the tears build up just thinking about it. Thank goodness I still have a few months to enjoy this little guy with friends and family during the holidays.

If you haven't heard my little angel is not into plastic. Or should I say synthetic nipples of any kind. Is that too graphic? Anyways, we tried to get him to take the pacifier, no luck. Although I think that is a blessing in disguise. Apparently Mason is taking the same approach with bottles. For the past month and a half Tom as has been working so diligently to try to get this kid to take a bottle. We've tried every kind of bottle, Tom has tried every feeding position, I've been out of the house, nothing, nada, no luck. It has been a father-son battle. Evidently, according to my mother, I was not a fan of the bottle either, but that's all I'm going to say on the matter. Strong will must be genetic. Up until last week Mason would tell Tom to put that bottle where the sun doesn't shine. I don't want to jinks anything but it appears Mason has given in. For the past week Tom and Mason have had their "morning time with bottle" with success! Lets just hope our luck continues...

Mason is 3 months!

Here are a few pictures from Mason's 3 month photo shoot.

compare to Mason at 2 months

happy guy

road trip

First stop, San Francisco.

Mason and I went on to Santa Barbara- I posted those pictures on flickr. You can access those by clicking the link to the right. I've decided "the blog" is meant for blogging NOT uploading 50 pictures from your trip (I think my sister tried to tell me that, but yet again I didn't listen). So from now on I'll upload most of the pictures to flickr and keep a few for the blog. I'll figure it one of these days...This is the building where we stayed with my parents, 8th floor, amazing views, you even get to hear all the drunk people scream as the go down Nob Hill on the trolley at 11 o'clock at night. Thank goodness they didn't wake the baby.
We were there for my favorite week in SF. Fleet Week- the jets were amazing and we thought we'd have an amazing view from the roof but typical SF foggy weather delayed the Blue Angles from flying. Fortunately, we caught the "practice" round at Chrissy Field.

My mom waving to the jets, hoping they'd tip their wings to her. Fat chance mother.

Golden Gate Park

My mom and I did the speed round at the DeYoung Museum while Mason and the guys... who knows what they did :)

Nona and Mason all bundled up.

Maso and Mason.

Tom and I laugh at the way my dad carries Mason, like a bag of potatoes. But Mason loves it! he is definitely one of those babies that likes to look out.

Did I mention the views from the apartment are amazing?

When we met my sister and her family there for Halloween weekend, we hit it on a full moon.

Precious.

This boy has mastered the bottom lip curl, ie. "give me whatever I want" look. I'm sure it will only improve in the coming years.

story time with Harrison

Harrison practicing sharing his race car with Mason.

Auntie Rachel

the afternoon at Yerba Buena gardens.

Mason is developing the most expressive face...

This is his "who are you talkin' to?" look.

Hanging out at Fort Mason, just the 3 of us.

Off to do some trick-or-treating on Polk Street with "Mr. Super" as Harrison referred to himself.

AKA Robin.

This is his "super" pose. Auntie Cece had to teach him the ins and outs of trick-or-treating....

Mason finds his hands.

My cousin Molly and her boys got Mason this outfit for Halloween- it says "too cute to scare".