Adventures In Toddle Town, Vol 1 - The Park

I woke up thinking today was going to be like any other day. A bottle of milk, some cereal & cartoons. Possibly a nap to build up my energy for the afternoon. I was sorely mistaken, as you can tell from the picture above.
You see, Mom thought that with my new found mobility, that I should be out and about. Experiencing the world around me. Going on grand adventures, as every young boy should.

She was wrong! This little glimpse into my day showcases my growing love for the slide & my absolute hatered for the swing.

Mom, let's not revisit the swing for about 15 years. I figure by that time I'll either be driving or flying a car and will have no need for the thrill of a swing. Thanks.








What's down there?









Are you watching? You sure you're watching? Put down the camera, and watch!






Whoa!?







M'kay, I guess we can do it again.






I actually look forward to my next visit to the park. Maybe I can try the twisty slide & might even muster up the courage to try out that swing one more time. Mom tells me that I really didn't give it a fair try. I guess I can think about it for a while.

I've gotta get back to my Roll'ways(Cheerios). I'll try to give the parents a break now & again so we can visit more often. I like these chats we have.


Bu-bye

Happy New Year!

I know, I know... it's been way too long since our last update. But, in my defense, a baby on the move doesn't leave for much internet browsing time.

Mason is very mobile, walking with assistance, and even a couple of steps on his own! He's really talkative and sociable (once the ice is broken), and I know I'm biased, but cute as a button.

The last post features a picture of him trying to get at Daddy's stereo equiptment. "No, no Mason! Not that button, we don't know what it does!"

Here's a few photos from our first Family Portrait Session.
We all hope this finds you healthy, happy & safe this New Year! Enjoy!

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3 months down, how many to go?

It has been quite a busy month. I've gone from counting my birthdays by weeks to now counting them by months. I'm now a full quarter of a year old. :) We celebrated my first Easter & while I was wearing a dashing dress shirt for the photo op, I quickly spat up & mom had to do a speedy change. I really liked my Easter bucket, and didn't even need help to hold it, I did that myself.


My workout routine has gotten more vigorous & wears me out like nobody's business. Here I am taking a power nap with Daddy.

Here I am practicing some push-ups. I can hold my head up at a 45 degree angle now. Pretty soon I'll be up on all fours ready to move.

All that hard work is exhausting! I'm pooped.
I'm being such a good boy for Mommy & Daddy and sleeping through the night in my very own room. Sometimes I sleep a whole 10 hours! Wouldn't you want to sleep in this cozy bed as long as you could?

Mom just can't resist putting me in hats. She says this one was part of the outfit so I tolerated one picture & then it came off.
I was trying to tell Mom how much fun I was having at Nana & Grumpa's house, but she was too busy taking this picture to listen closely. She thought I was telling her that I had a full diaper & tried to change me shortly after this picture was taken. Silly Mommy!
I love spending time with my Grand Dad's. Here's me & Grumpa eating some lunch.

And here's me and Papoe enjoying a chat.
We have to give special thanks to Uncle Steve. A long time ago (before I was born) he remodeled his old truck. This was the original grille & he gave it to my Uncle Keith. Uncle Keith gave it to my Daddy & my Daddy has now given it to me.

Mom & Dad worked really hard to make it all pretty. Daddy did the painting & Mommy masked off the white letters. I love to stare at it while I'm being rocked to sleep. It's hard to tell, but that's my name across the front, written out in wooden letters painted with chrome paint. My hot rod room rocks!

Mommy started back to work this month & Grandma Karin & Nana came to play with me while she was gone. They took great care of me and I miss seeing them every day.

After Grandma & Nana played with me, I started school. Well, it's what I call school. Daddy takes me to Jillians and I get to play with her daughter Trinity & her friend Sam. Trinity is so cute, she's got really fuzzy hair and looks like a baby chick. I love to talk & sing with them & can't wait until I can crawl around like they do. Every day I get a report card telling Mommy & Daddy what I did that day. It's so much fun!

That's all I've got for now. I'll try to update more before I get too much bigger. Love you~

You asked for it!!!

I'm flattered that everyone wants to take a peek at me, but I'm keeping Mom quite busy these days and updates are going to be few and far between. Please forgive her, she only has two hands and while tending to me that leaves her with -3 hands. Hopefully this collage of my 2nd month will tide you over.

I have started to smile at Mommy & Daddy and those family members who come to visit. I've been chatting up the parents too and tell them all about my baby adventures and wild dreams. I can hold my head up quite well now and can sit and stand with a little help. Won't be long before I'm conjugating verbs while riding my bike! :)
I went on my first road trip with Mom & Dad to Uncle Chris & Aunt Jen's house. They live all the way out in Madera, and Mom & Dad said I did real good on the drive. We only had to stop for my lunch and the rest of the time I was sound asleep. Here I am with Uncle Sean, Daddy and Uncle Chris. Uncle Chris has been sent to Afghanistan to get the bad guys. I sure do hope he comes home safe and sound. We're all saying prayers for you and Aunt Jen.

I've had quite a few visitors in my second month of life. Here's just a few...

This is Auntie Juju, she has the same name as my Mommy. :) Oh, and of course that's Nana sitting with her.

This is my Papoe! Isn't he funny? We were having a very serious conversation, can't you tell?

This is Baba. Boy, she sure does love me!

Here I am with Grumpa.

And this is my Uncle Tommy. He's my Mommy's brother and I sure do like his beard.


This is Grandma Karin and Grandpa Bill. I love it when they visit.

I'll try to let Mom get you all updates more often, but she told me to warn you that they might only be once a month. I hope you can manage without your Mason fix for that long. I better be off to bed, it's way past my bedtime and Mommy needs her sleep too.

Hello, From Mason

I've had quite an eventful first few weeks. Lots of visitors, feedings, diapers and naps. I'm keeping Mom & Dad quite busy, and a little bit on the tired side. My first day home we had a visit from Uncle Keith. It was a brief introduction, but he seems like he'll be a great uncle.

My second week brought some more visitors. First there was Papoe and my Great Grandma Marie. I'm wearing two different outfits cause there was a little mishap with a diaper change while they were here. First rule of being a baby boy - always keep those parents on their toes.

Then we had a visit from Nana and Grandpa Chuck. It wasn't my first visit with Nana, but this is the first time that Grandpa Chuck got to hold me close.
This is Colin & I. His Daddy and my Daddy were childhood friends, and their Daddies are buddies too. Maybe one day we'll follow in their footsteps, and take family trips to the snow for some skiing and boarding.
I overheard some of Mommy's phone calls, and there's been a demand for some new pictures of me. So I figured I'd take a quick nap to let Mom update you all with a few recent shots. First there's me in my Dale Jr. Number 8 shirt. I wore it to watch the Nascar Daytona 500 with Dad.
Mom has put me on a work out schedule. Not that I'm out of shape or anything, but every young man needs to keep up appearances. My favorite routine so far is batting at the monkey. Maybe it's all that pent up anxiety over my monkey toes. Mom seems to think they're abnormally long, but I keep telling her I'll grow into them. Do you think she'll ever listen to me?
I learned this from my Daddy. He calls it the Flowmaster Salute. I guess it's how he and his buddies at work say hello. I don't quite understand it yet, but it sure seems to get a lot of laughs out of Mom & Dad.
It's about time to scream for a diaper change, so I've got to run. Hope to chat more with you all soon.

It all started with a BANG!

I was happily enjoying my first week of maternity leave and breathing a sigh of relief from my commute and work itself, when everything just sort of came crashing to a halt, literally.

On Friday, the 9^th of February I was planning to attend the Mr.'s work shower and was about 5 minutes away from the building when the weather got the best of me. It wasn’t raining all too terribly bad, but the roads were wet and slick with built up oils. I came around a curve in the road and lost control of the truck. I fish-tailed for a bit and then the passenger side hit the guardrail. I’m okay, and the baby’s fine, but this was the start of a very eventful weekend. Needless to say, I never made it to the baby shower. (oh, and the Tahoe is currently in the shop being repaired.)

Fortunately, Mr. wasn’t far away, and a Good Samaritan stopped to make sure I was okay and helped call the CHP and paramedics. Mr. took me straight to the hospital to make sure Mason was okay. We were set up on monitors for 4 hours of observation and were released to take it easy the next couple of days. While at the hospital, I started contracting, but they weren’t close enough together to warrant an extended stay.

Off to home we went where I continued to contract well into the night. I didn’t get a wink of sleep and spent most of my night on the couch groaning and tolerating late night television.

At 2:40am on Saturday, February 10^th my water broke. I calmly woke up Mr., took a shower and called L&D. I made some very plain scrambled eggs and off we went for a long morning of hard work. After my water broke my contractions were immediately 3 minutes apart so I was hoping that things were progressing along smoothly.

We got settled and hooked up to monitors, and by first check at around 6am I was 6cm. The Dr on staff came in to talk to us about the possibility of a C Section. Mason’s heart rate was steady, but not as active as they would have liked. That in combination of the potential trauma from the accident they were concerned the placenta may have come loose causing Mason to not get a good blood supply. I asked if we could hold off as long as we could because I was continually progressing and they agreed only as long as I was in fact progressing & Mason continued to be stable.

By about 8:30 I had had enough of the pain and asked for an epidural. I was checked again shortly after my request and was now 8cm. The Man of the Hour came to give me relief, but couldn’t get a clear tap and had to try the epi 4 times before it took. Ouch!

Sometime after 9:30 I was checked a final time and told I was 10cm. It was finally time to push. Yay!

Mason Wyle was born on Saturday, February 10^th at 11:30am. He’s 7lbs 10.5oz, and 21 in long. What a dream.

As he was coming out the Dr told me to look at my husband, but Mr. was behind me holding my leg. I felt that if I looked away from my focal point that Mason would somehow sneak back in, and could only utter, “I can’t” with my final push. Next thing I new my beautiful boy was on my chest and as calm as could be.

Baby, Mr. and I are all doing well. We’re getting the hang of the breastfeeding thing, and I’m filled with more and more love each passing day. In the meantime, here's some photos of the big day and of Mason at about a week old. What a doll!