baby bump

I tell my patients all the time every pregnancy is different. And man o man am I living that truth. This pregnancy is so different. For one I've had morning sickness for 7 months and counting, yet somehow I am managing to put on weight that seems out of my control. I'm exhausted at the end of the day but that may have something to do with chasing a toddler around. This little guy is a mover. I thought Mason kicked a lot but this little boy is putting Mason's kicks to sham. That does make me a little nervous because if that is any indication as to how active they are as babies, we are screwed! I am feeling much more connected to this baby in my belly, I think the first go around the entire thing seemed so surreal. But now I can imagine a little person in there and every time he kicks or moves I tell him a little hello and let him know of all the great people that are out here waiting to meet him. For now he is making me look like I swallowed a basketball and I'm sure my hips will forgive him in a few months or so.

Baby Boy Bosma #2

Here he is making his debut at 20 weeks. We don't have any names picked out yet but we are taking suggestions...

(tom is my scan guy but since these are 4 weeks old I figured I better just put them up, sorry if they're hard to view)

daddy's shoes

Mason has always been a lover of shoes. He especially loves putting on daddy's shoes in the morning when Tom is running late. So far we all still have a matching pairs.

get the ball Tibia

Mason has so much fun playing with Tibia. He loves to hide her ball and lately his favorite has been the slide. Good thing Tibia doesn't care as long as someone is playing with her. Its a good thing her and M are becoming such good friends because at least they'll have each other when their world turns up-side-down when #2 arrives. He already knows how to feed her, now if only we could teach Mason how to take her for a walk around the block we'd be all set.

this is my favorite age

I remember my sister and Pete saying "how could Harrison get any cuter and then he would". Maybe this means I'm not a baby baby person (I could have told you that), but this is my favorite age. Mason is 20 months and I really don't see how he could get any cuter. I am relishing every moment. He is all smiles, full of determination (which equals a few tantrums), articulate (well in comparison), learning things so fast and really showering Tom and I in his love. At night before he goes to bed he orders kisses "mommy- maymay" (that's what he calls himself), "mommy-daddy", "daddy- maymay", it makes Tom and I smile every time.
I was telling my dad how cute he was and how this is my favorite age and he said "Cecily, they are cute at every age, even when they're in 2nd grade and score their first goal you'll still say this is your favorite age". I'm not so sure, this boy is darn cute. Tom and I are very lucky. This morning he counted to 6 at breakfast, total coincidence but Tom and I just about fell out of our chairs. His favorite color is yellow, everything is yellow even if its blue. He loves practicing his colors and body parts, he knows all his body parts but is stuck on the butt, who can blame him. He learned how to give zerberts to Tom and I last night, hilarious, don't worry we'll get some video. Hopefully this means he'll share my poop and fart humor. His latest is telling us to go "fast". Tom was sure he was trying to get him a speeding ticket on the way to daycare. Yesterday I took him for a bike ride and he kept saying "faster mommy", poor guy didn't know I was giving it all I had. He has a need for speed. I just hope he doesn't like motorcycles. He is very bossy (I wonder who he gets that from) yesterday morning he was going outside with Tom and I was sitting on the deck and he looks at me and says "up mommy, outside". I was so shocked I got up and followed like a good little mommy. I really didn't know parenting was going be this fun.

Easter 2011

spring planting

We don't know where we're going to be living in 2 months and doing anything in the yard or house for that matter seems like a waste of time but we love gardening. And when I say we I mean we (even Tom). Now its a family affair....

Yes, for those of you who don't know we are trying to sell our house. With a little one on the way we've decided, like most Americans, we need something bigger. And we'd like to be footloose and fancy free to move at a whims notice when our dream job opens up closer to grandparents. What can I say, my parents emphasized positive thinking.

So, with the help of Mason the tomatoes are in the ground.
Don't you just love spring gardening? If Tibia doesn't get to them first (she ate ALL of our tomatoes 2 years ago) I just know Mason will love our summer harvest.

Nothing wrong with a little child labor right?

Oh, my grandma would be so proud!

Ready for Maui

Our bags are packed...
Tom and I are ready for some R+R, sun, sand and ocean healing.
Mason on the other hand has no idea what he's in for, but he's ready in his little swimmer suit.

I have a little anxiety for the 5.5 hour plane flight with little sweet ACTIVE Mason, but, its 2 against one, so hopefully Tom and I can tag-team him. We'll be the ones with the toddler cruising up and down the aisle saying "hi" to all the passengers.

Mr. Mason at daycare

Our sweet daycare lady Ms. Ana figured out how to take pictures on her phone and text them, don't you love technology these days? I'm mean talk about a sudden improvement in your day when this shows up on your phone. Especially for a working mom who suffers from serious catholic guilt. Look at that face, a little devilish but so sweet.

This picture really took me back because he looks like such a big boy, no baby left in that face.

He rules the place. On Wednesdays its just Mason and Ana, so he gets all the love and attention he can stand. We are so lucky to have her.

ring around the rosie

weekends at home

We've been having so much fun, just hanging at home.

Playing in the yard. Just being goofy...

swinging in the rain...

Mason is a blast and makes Tom ad I laugh every day...

18 months

Mason turned a year and a half today.
We celebrated with his first ice cream cone.