43 weeks. So blessed to have Mason with us the last 10+ months. We got a scare yesterday when Mason cried so hard he couldn't breathe. His face turned blue and gray and his eyes rolled to the back of his head and I think he passed out. Luckily he started breathing right then before CPR was started, but still, scary. Dan was at work of course, but rushed home right away, but Mason was fine after that, just cried and was really tired for some reason. It reminds us how lucky we are that we've gotten to spend this much time with him when so many others haven't had that luxury. Here's to 43 more weeks, and hopefully many many more.

42 weeks

42 weeks.   That was a fun day.

      I don't even want to hear about the corner of the picture with carpet. It's getting harder and harder to get him to hold still. So what you get is what you get.

40 weeks

40 weeks now. He just learned to crawl recently, and we kinda wish he'd unlearn how to do that and relearn how to just sit still. He's a handful, but he's a heartful too.