In January I made the return to work. Like many working moms the idea of leaving plagued me since he was born... How was I going to leave him? Who was going to watch him? As the time grew closer, I must have repeated these same questions to my Tom daily.Enter Grandma Bonnie, aka Mary Poppins... Since before Mason's arrival Bonnie repeatedly suggested that she could watch Mason. I thought she was just being polite, I mean after all WE lived in Merced and SHE in Santa Barbra, she had her own life there. Was she crazy or did she anticipate my agony and knew my anxiety of taking a baby to daycare?
Luckily, I was able to take an extended maternity leave and when Mason turned 5 months and we would read or sing, I would ask myself who will sing to Mason at daycare? who was going to hold him if he wasn't feeling well? In a panic and tears in my eyes I would ask Tom and he would always answer "Grandma would". Boy was he right!
Grandma Bonnie swooped in like Mary Poppins and saved the day. Excepts she doesn't fly up with her umbrella she takes the train, now that's dedication. Mason LOVES her, he lights up every time he sees her in the morning. I know she is taking good care of him during the day. She always politely answers my annoying mom questions "did he poop today?" "how did he nap?" with a smile on her face. She never makes me feel silly for asking them. She obliges Tom and I every morning by holding Mason at the front window to wave goodbye to us. pictured above. Although most mornings I want to swoop him up in my arms and take him with me- I know deep down he is having a great time with his Grandma. Thank you Bonnie, you are an angel!
Mason especially likes to be outside. 
He is a listener and he does it best with his eyes. He is content taking it all in. He is a coordinated kid, playing with his toys, switching hands & banging them on anything he can find.. 
He's no string bean.
he is definitely a ham. 
m & h
auntie ray
uncle peter
