Luck 'O the Irish

Exactly how DOES a small child get poop to come out of the front of their diaper and all over their onesie?You'd think we would know better than to put Mason in an outfit in the morning that we intended him to still be wearing that evening.

You'd think.

He made it all day in this cute white and green ensemble until (just my luck) the LAST diaper change before leaving for Grandma Pete's for St. Patrick's Day dinner. The thought did cross mind mind to just wipe it down and leave him in it since his pants would cover the spot. Thankfully that thought crossed my mind out loud and Tage quickly vetoed it. We hope you had a joyful St. Patrick's Day! "May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of His hand."

Extreme Home Makeover: Dining Room

Before

After

Tage and I reupholstered the dining set ourselves and the red in the fabric (which Tage chose) became the inspiration for the room. We still have some tweaking to do and candle holders to add but are content with how the room looks for now. I've neglected to mention that all of the ceilings in the house were painted by my mom and Elaine when we were home in January. The rooms we are painting now would not look nearly as good had they not worked so hard on them.

6 Weeks

Mason is 6 weeks old as of yesterday! I can't believe how quickly the time has flown and how much he is growing each day. His newborn clothes are fitting him and I know it will be no time before he grows out of them. He is smiling more and is alert for longer periods of time. Now if only he would sleep for longer periods of time.

How adorable is this cake?! We are fortunate to have Tessa, of The Frosted Cake Shop, living next door. She dropped off this sweet treat for Mason (and his parents) and we can't wait to enjoy it. Check out her amazing creations! I'm already brainstorming cake ideas for Tessa to create for Mason's first birthday.

We're In

Last Monday, one day after arriving in town, the following conversation took place...

Tage: "We've been invited over to Libby and Kevin's on
Saturday."

Tegan: "I don't know who Libby and Kevin are."

Tage: "You've met them a couple of times, they're friends of JR and
Cate."

Tegan: "Why are they inviting us over?"

Tage: "We're in the club now, we have a kid."

I'm always up for meeting people (and seeing the inside of their homes) so Saturday night the three of us got all spiffed up (Heidi, you're going to hate this but I went in my Converse- I'm a new mom, it's allowed) and drove the few blocks between our house and the Sanchez' (I learned from Facebook the next day that that was their last name.) We brought a bottle of wine, one couple brought a home made lemon meringue pie, another couple arrived bearing a small silver and gold shiny box (ladies, you know the one... these people brought a hostess gift from Nordstrom!) There were quite a few people there, all but one couple had children and many of them brought them.

As I stood there in the dining room that was painted in designer colors and grounded by stunning original hardwood floors, in front of an table scape of cheese and wines and even pizza for the kids, I thought to myself, "This is just the beginning." It won't be long before I have a moms group, play dates, and will be taking walks with Mason in the jogger stroller, Starbucks in in the cup holder, along with the other neighborhood moms.

These people, who hadn't been interested in carrying on a conversation with me the few other times we've been at social gatherings together, now wanted to know how the nursing was going, how much Mason is sleeping, and offered to help out any time I needed a break. It was quite surreal.

It's official. Mason was our ticket in. We are now members of the "Secret Parents Club" of our neighborhood.

Extreme Home Makeover: Living Room

Before

After

Playing Catch Up

It has been a hectic week of cleaning, painting, unpacking, and visiting so I'm a little behind on the blogging. Mason has met so many friends and family members!

Roommate Dave

Great Grandpa Saner and Great Grandma Barbara

Cousin Katherine (and Aunt Taina)

Great Grandpa Carroll and Great Grandma Mikki

Aunties Heidi, Lindsey, Jaime, Laura, and Roseanne

Both Mason and Astro have adjusted to the "new" house; Astro is particularly enjoying having a yard to play in without being constrained by a 15' chain. We are working on the house one room at a time and hope to be finished this week. It feels good to be home!

Moving Day

Saturday morning we packed up the U-Haul and waved goodbye to the house and city we've called home for the last year. Dad and I left at 12:22PM with Mason in the back seat and Astro in the bed of my brother's truck, U-Haul in tow.
Dad and I arrived in Klamath Falls around 12:22AM exhausted and a little cranky. Although both Mason and Astro were great travellers, there is only so much one can take in a day. The four of us checked into the Motel 6, got a few hours of sleep, refueled our bodies at the Black Bear Diner, and made like Willie Nelson. Incidentally, if you ever have the opportunity to eat at Black Bear Diner I highly recommend it. Excellent food and tons of it. Not to mention they make their own orange juice to order, it was delicious and I seriously thought about that orange juice almost the entire rest of our trip.
Our mini-caravan rolled into town around 5PM on Sunday, welcomed by Tage (who had left at 8:30PM the night before and driven straight through), Deanna, Hunter, and Jared. They unloaded the truck in no time and got to spend a little quality time with Mase. As you can see above, Jared and his new nephew already look like they belong together.
Melanie and Lindsey stopped by and Mason got some quality Auntie Lindsey time after all the commotion ended. She stayed until late Sunday night holding Mason so Tage and I could at least get the boxes placed near where they belonged. It will be a long week but we're happy to be home and Mason and Astro seem to be adjusting well.