Addie and Smokey came to visit. Note to self: never leave a plate of delicious grilled beef with tomato and feta dressing alone near Smokey. You will regret it.
Clara and Evan came up to hang out for the weekend. Evan was convinced that he'd get to gloat when the Steelers walked all over the Bears. Sorry Erv... Cutler > Roethlisburger... at least for a day.
I don't know how this could possibly be comfortable but Mason slept like this for almost the entire Bears game. Luckily his birthday gift to me (the new Bears t-shirt) was good luck.
If you can't read the numbers they say 30. Thirty. Treinta... or Tres Zero if you're Chad Ochocinco. Fortunately, birthdays are a reason to celebrate for me. I always think I'm lucky to have lived this long with all the stupid stuff I've done over the years. Plus I still feel like I'm 23, except that I actually pulled a muscle in my shin the other day getting out of my car... how does that happen?
Kelly got artistic by mistake (see the photo target, Addie, in the background) and took this shot. Coincidentally, I woke up Sunday morning a little groggy. I don't know what happened...
Josh and Jill were happy to see the Horns avenge last year's lost to Texas Tech. So that's what redemption looks like huh? Someday I'll learn that emotion from OSU.
Nate and Melissa were over for the birthday party and they had big news of their own. Congrats on the engagement guys! And Nate, I'm sorry but somehow you had your eyes closed in both pictures and this one was the better of the two.
Where's Mason? This is what happens when dad is left to watch the kiddo for the day. The idea started innocently enough- take a picture of Mason with each stuffed animal and send a pic to the person/people who gave it to him. This was the end result. He just enjoyed the animals so much I kept piling on more and before I knew it we had Mt. Mason.
Nothing surprises me with this kid but I'm impressed that he found this comfortable. Maybe he was dreaming of being Superman and he was out for a nice peaceful Sunday morning flight.
Mason was ready for the Buckeyes' big game against USC... even if they weren't.
Tater really loves Mason. And apparently Mason loves to sit on his own and watch TV.
Hi- I'm Mason. I'm a little chubby but very cute. I love open shirts and goofy grins and I've got enough hair to make both of my Grandpas jealous.
This kid loves getting naked. I hope this feeling fades at a reasonable age but if not we'll just have a lot of explaining to do with our neighbors. He's also started to "laugh" recently. His version is smiling big and letting out a half gasp and half cough. It's pretty cool and very amusing. Plus he recognizes mom and dad a lot more now and will return our smiles most of the time. It makes you feel pretty special when your son recognizes you and smiles. This is actually what I think about every time I deal with a crazy client at work or some idiot cuts me off on the way home. It's instant meditation.
Mom and son looking super cool. Kid's got style for days.
Aunt Cousin Katie and Mr. Mason man. This looks like an ad for happy baby and mommy magazine.
Katie was in town for a few days and we had a blast. Lots of lounging with Mason and Kelly and watching chick flicks (the girls... not me). Katie managed to contain her clumsiness (something I struggle with severely) and Mason loved her new holding techniques (see above).
Kelly took another great pic here. And as per usual, the kid is cheesing away. I think all he does is eat, sleep, and laugh... and poop... a lot.
First dip (literally) in the pool. I think that face is saying: "Dad, I know you think this is cute and all but if you drop me I swear I'm gonna kick your butt. And speaking of your butt, pull your pants up. The underwear showing look went out of style with Kriss Kross."
AnnMarie stopped in Austin for a few days before heading to Dallas. She got a brief glimpse into her future (no pressure) and the girls got to spend some quality time together. 
Mom loves her some Mason.
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