Well, it looks like all of my blogs are going to be the same-here's a bunch of pictures of what we have been up to for the past few weeks. We took my sister's kids for the weekend a few weeks ago so they could go somewhere for her birthday. It was way different to jump from one kid to four but we had a ton of fun and the kids were really good. We went hiking, to McDonald's, played Barbies, played Nintendo, watched movies, and had a cook out in the backyard. These pics are of hiking and the BBQ.
Mason just getting out of the tub. I love this big hooded towel. Whoever thought of these deserves a medal.
My sweet boy taking a nap on my bed. He usually ends up sleeping with his Binky down by his neck or wherever else it lands when it falls out.
Four generations of Smiths. My grandpa, my dad, me, and Mason.
Today we went to the park and played baseball. We went with Shelia and Ryan's family. It was so nice to play outside and the kids did really good. The game must not have been too entertaining though, Mason (our small cheering section on the side) slept through the whole thing. That's okay-that just made it so both Mark and I could play too.
And to top off the day we decided to go bowling. The picture turned out kind of blurry but we had quite a crowd. There's Megan, Jessica, Mason, Shelia, Madison, and Mark. Ryan was helping Colton bowl and I'm taking the picture so a total of nine. I didn't know a single game of bowling could take so long. I think it was killing Mark to watch the bowling ball slowly roll down the lane. He wanted to run up and push it. We had a great time. Madi was just as excited about how the ball kept coming back as she was about bowling. I'm so glad they moved back so we have someone to hang out with. On a more depressing note, I started work last week. I hate it! Moms go back to work all the time so I'm not sure why I'm having such a hard time with it. The only part that is good about it is that Shelia is able to watch Mason for me so he's not at a stranger's house. I know he's being taken care of but I just keep thinking about how much I want to be home with him and how I'm going to miss his "firsts". So if anyone has any advice for me I'll gladly take it. Work's overrated!!!
