Lazy Mornings

I can't believe Mason is four months old already. I keep thinking he's a newborn, and have yet to get him on any semblance of a schedule. We come and go as we please, and it works for us right now. Since I'm enjoying even less time to myself lately (I didn't think less than zero existed, but I've been proven wrong) I've been staying up a little later to do things like write this because it's the only time I'm not being tugged on or yelled at. This means it takes me a little longer to get going in the morning and so both of my babies end up in bed with me in the mornings and we lay around, nursing, playing with phones and sleeping - I'll let you guess who does what. It's actually been really tender and Teagan's been very patient with the whole thing. Some of the sweetest moments have happened in the morning while we're just hanging around.

Every morning she comes in (if she hasn't been in our bed for hours already) and tells me "I love our baby" and "Mason is so cute." It's so sweet to hear. Sometimes she even asks to hold him and that always gets interesting.

We pulled Daddy in with us one Sunday morning (that's the only day the poor chap gets to sleep in) and just enjoyed lazing about as a family.

If only we could do this all day, but alas, some of us have to go to work. I get to do it longer since I'm not "some of us"!

BOOF.

It all started when I threw a pillow at Teagan's face and said "BOOF!" I didn't think it was all that funny, but someone else did...

For a girl who can't stop talking...

...she didn't say much.

I learned an important lesson in reading all the way to the bottom of e-mails and sang the praises of my friend when she texted me on Friday night (not Saturday, bless her heart) to make sure I knew Teagan was giving a talk on Sunday. No. I did not. So, while I was preparing my Relief Society lesson (wrong place at the wrong time and asked to sub) on faith and repentance, I found some good material for Teagan's talk on Jesus Christ being our Saviour. On Saturday we told her she would be talking in Primary and she was all for it, really excited to use the microphone. So we practiced that night reading our scriptures into her toy microphone. Not the same, we know, but she'd hear her voice sounding different and we had some fun with Daddy reading "wo unto you" scriptures into the mike in his already booming voice. Sidenote, his buddy compared him to Barry White the other day - a nice change of pace from Kronk. Even Mason got in on the action.

She was totally pumped to speak, until it came time to sit at the front in the Talk chair. She sat on my lap for the entirety of opening exercises, which should have told me everything I needed to know about what was to come next. She remained cool and confident as she strode up to the pulpit and then promptly froze. I will celebrate the fact that she made it up there and didn't run away screaming. Our small victory is that she stayed at said pulpit for as long as it took for the talk to be said. By me. I'll admit, it's been a few years since I gave a talk in Primary and it took me back. I tried to whisper in her ear what to say, but the silence became so uncomfortable, I had to break it and deliver the talk as if I were Teagan, saying things like, "Teagan knows that Jesus Christ lives and she loves Him." I felt more than a little silly, but the teachers smiled at me politely. 

An overzealous photographer, I wanted to capture some of the moment but knew it was inappropriate at the time. So we recreated the moment after all was said and done. I couldn't get her down from the pulpit after church, she delivered an epistle when no one was staring at her. But she looked the part.

And I took the opportunity to chastise the Primary kids as a whole after they'd all left. This photo is a little more accurate as to how the whole ordeal really went. But I was reassured that many a Sunbeam's parent has recited their talk for them and that it wouldn't be the last time I'd have to do it. Look out, kids. There's deep doctrine coming your way when "Teagan" gives her next talk.

 

One good thing that came out of the whole ordeal is that she loves looking through the Gospel Art Book and talk about Jesus. Win.

4 Months of Mason

STATS (at 4 month check-up)
- Weight: 14 lbs. 15 1/2 oz. (50th percentile) - hooray for average!
- Height: 25.5 inches (75th percentile)
- Head circumference: 43 cm (50-75th percentile)

- size 3 diapers

- rolled for the first time on the doctor's table, immediately after her asking me if he'd rolled and I said he was close. Thanks, Mace.
- loves to be held and people love to hold him. I just wish they were always around because it's hard when it's just me.
- insists on sitting with us at dinner, whether in the Bumbo or on a lap and stares longingly at every bite we take
- still has that darling dimple in his left cheek
- reaching for things and enjoys laying under his jungle gym
- chunking up quite nicely

MASON MOMENTS

I laid Mason on my bed one day and started to text someone - can't remember who, so that shows me how important it was. As if to say, "Hey Mum, don't forget about me!" his oh-so-soft, chubby little hand came to rest on my arm. Babies his age don't make movements on purpose, this I know, but his hand stayed there for longer than I've ever seen it lay still when he's awake. I looked at him, we both smiled, and held eachother's gaze for what seemed like eternity, all with the warmth emanating from his tiny hand making its way to my heart. It was such a tender moment with my Mason.