Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Goodbye Whale, Hello Tugboat

For the first 7 months of his life Mason too his nightly bath in an adorable little whale tub.






But as you can see he was quicly outgrowing it. Mason was also extremely interested in climbing out of his whale and into the big tub.

So it was time to retire the little whale, and move up the the big boy bath seat.



And with that bath seat and big tub came all new tub toys, including a tugboat!






It has quickly become our favorite toy, well we still like the rubber ducky but Mom says it isn't a chew toy.

Monday, February 21, 2011

We lost

We lost...the 28 days of blogging challenge that is. But we think we have a good reason. Mason seems to be teething, and it seems to be giving him a lot of trouble, plus on top of that he had to get a 2 shots today, poor little guy. He took them like a trooper though.

But don't worry, just because we lost does not mean we are giving up! We plan to finish the month out with a post each day.




Friday, February 18, 2011

Has it really been 8 months?

Mason is 8 months old today!




Thursday, February 17, 2011

Fantastic Fruits




Ooooo strawberry. Mason loves strawberries.


This mango is like Christmas in February, especially since he is wearing his Christmas jammies.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Why am I so naughty

Bumper is taking the night off and is letting me, Hercules, handle this blog.

For those of you who know me well know that I really am a good boy. I am sweet and loving and I love to cuddle. I just have one problem, I am too smart for my own good. Even as a puppy I would let myself out of my crate when Mom and Dad left, even when latched with a caribeener. I have eaten shoes, booked and a grand total of 6 cell phone chargers.

I don't know what comes over me, but it is as if I am incapable of making good decisions. I just get excited and act without thinking. I make a bad choice, get in trouble and turn around and do it again.

Today was no exception. I barked and woke Mason up from his nap, I ate all his food off this tray while Mom had her back turned and then I jumped on the counter and knocked the leftovers on the floor and ate them.

Every time this happens I feel just aweful afterwards. I have just looked pitiful all night. If only I knew how to make better choices.