Needless to say, Mason got a new toy. He has the most fun crawling in and out.
And sometimes this happens!
Friday after work, Mason and I headed to stay with GranNanny and Dakota since Phil had to work. (Pap-Paw went on an over night camping trip, then a motorcycle ride on Saturday.)
He helped GranNanny, aka Nanny, pick a few tomatoes from the garden. Of course he had to carry the bucket. Update: GranNanny has been feeling about the same as far as her leg and back pain go. She finally did decide to go to the Franklin Bone & Joint last week, the doctor was very sure that she had a bulging disc touching a nerve. Yesterday she went back and got an injection of steroids through the process of an epidural. The doctor said she could feel some relief after 24 hours. (I'm praying when I talk to her today, she will feel some what better.)
Umm.
He's running after Dakota.
I don't know how Dakota has not broke his neck yet.
Ahh, Mason's sugars.
He's just a little slice of heaven.
Saturday after Mason and shopped till we literally dropped, we headed to Granny Mash's to celebrate Papa Mash's birthday.
He's a BamBam impersonator.
All Mash.
Little Huntleigh, loves her Uncle Phil. By Phil's expression, I think he feels the same.
Sunday evening Mason enjoyed his "Elmo" sprinkler.
Elmo spins, but Mason preferred him to be still.
Watch out.
We ended the weekend with some spaghetti. Mason's version, "sghetti."
What a great weekend we had.
Mason is just to much fun. Have a great rest of the week.
