Happy Birthday, Mylie

Blowing out the candles on her lady bug cake.

 

Did you know that four year olds don't wear pull-ups to bed anymore, and four year olds don't bite their baby brother's cheeks anymore, four year olds also brush their own teeth, and four year olds can pick up their baby brother and walk around with him?

Mylie...

Gives the best hugs

Strong willed

Loves dresses

Compassionate

Scared

Dainty

Crazies

Do you ever think your kids do silly things?  Here are just a few those moments in our family.

This is what is called "going through the tunnell". 

Thisis what's called "putting your foot in your mouth".

This is what's called "going on a pic-nic"...

...apparently they only brought food for the ants.

This is what is called "emptying the dishwasher"  (when the girls empty the dishwasher, I have them stack the dishes that belong in the above cupboards on the counter, they think its funny to make towers out of them.)

This is what is called "sleeping". 

 Sometimes on weekends we let Abbey and Mylie have a sleepover downstairs.  They watch a movie and sleep in their sleeping bags.  This is where they chose to sleep last weekend.  I'm pretty sure there wasn't much sleeping going on.

Garrett was a little jealous of their sleepover so he had one of his own.

He's a Fan

As a result of last nights buzzer-beater against the Cav's...






The Jazz picked up a new fan.






He will be cheering them on at his first game in the Energy Solutions Arena tomorrow night.  Go Jazz!

Quote from Brandon a week ago "Have you ever hated your favorite team?"

Quote from Brandon last night "When you're doing what is right on and off the court the Lord steps in and majic happens"  (some of you may recognize this quote, any BYU fans want to guess who Brandon stole that one from?)

Those two quotes pretty much sums up this Jazz season.

Other cute photos of the little fan.

Christmas Shenanigans

We spent Christmas Eve at Grandma and Grandpa Mason's.  We look like a family of elves in this picture.

The whole gang of elves.  (minus grandma and grandpa)

This Christmas Santa brought some very special visitors...

Could it really be...

 Hannah Montana

 Cinderella with her special scarf

and there's Belle and The Beast

Prince Charming came for Cinderella.

Every time I asked Abbey what she wanted for Christmas this year, her answer every time was a wig.   I kind of tried to talk her out of it by suggesting other "fun" toys, but she was set on a wig.  We had a little problem Christmas morning when Mylie thought the Cinderella wig was hers.  She got Cinderella dress up last March for her birthday so, of course the Cinderella wig went with her dress up.  Mylie did get what she asked for which was a Dora doll that dances.

Blessed

See, Garrett really is a normal looking baby!  After seeing that goofy looking picture of Garrett every time I went to our blog I decided it was time for a new post.

Garrett was blessed on November 22.  My parents came Saturday and left Sunday (I wish I would have gotten some pictures with them).  It was fun having them for the short time they were here.

We are all blessed to have Garrett in our family.

The Kid

I think he's pooping. (Let's just hope so, at least)

Mylie exercising self-control by not smothering Garrett with Love.

Abbey doing her best Jack-o-Lantern impression

Garrett cuddling with Bambi (this was staged by the girls).

Cool Sideburns. OK, the kid isn't bad, either.

Garrett the Kid and his posse.

All tuckered out.

Garrett Davis Mason

Ok, the last time I posted about a new addition to our family, things didn't work out so well. Unlike the new dog last year, I'm pretty sure we'll keep this guy for awhile.
Behold, I present to you, my son:

Before

After

Further Proof My Brother Is Insane

Disneyland

In February, we went with some good friends (Dave and Sarah Prisbrey) to Southern California. We had a great trip, and even visited some family along the way (thanks to Jamie for hosting us in Vegas for 3 nights). Because I'm sick of looking at my last post, here are some photos:

Not many crowds. It was great.

Mylie and Abbey in Minnie's bed.

Lunch with the princesses.

My lunch. Mmmmmmm...

Traditional Souvenir hats.

Mylie was scared of most of the rides. Often, while waiting in line, her whole body would quiver in fear (no exaggeration).

We hit the beach. Abbey loved the water. As the waves rolled across her feet, she wondered if she was moving or the water. It was hilarious. I left my sun glasses sitting on a rock right around here. If any readers visit Oceanside, California, please look for them for me.

Within seconds of setting foot near the ocean, both girls were wiped out by waves. Emotionally, Mylie still hasn't fully recovered.

We also visited Hoover Dam. There were plenty of dam jokes. I hear so much about how much Mylie looks like her mom - I like this photo, because it details that indeed she has some of her dad's genes (look at the belly).

One of Life's Hard Lessons...

As many of you know, I like to be the class clown. I've long considered my role in life was to draw attention to myself and try to amuse groups of people at the same time. In elementary school, I had one move in particular which was sure to get laughs 100 percent of the time: farting. The great thing about elementary school was that you could really amplify the sound of your flatuations off the hard plastic chairs. About once per week, I would sense a quite moment and let one rip. This was ALWAYS followed by roars of laughter in the classroom. I was a living legend at Bates Elementary primarily for this one action alone, and I loved it each and every time.

I remember the day my world came crashing down around me. It was a few weeks into 7th Grade, and I was now a big Junior High student. My Pre-Algebra class was full of new faces and I needed them to know how cool I was. I especially wanted to impress this girl named Holly who sat near me. My moment had finally arived. It was quiet, and I was ready to lay the comedy down. Big time. As I'd done countless times in Elementary school, I positioned my body just right for maximum flatuental resonance. The room stayed silent, until 'Boom'! In my mind, it was flawless - exactly what I was looking for.

Beaming with pride, I gazed around the room expecting to see throngs of laughing kids in awe of my prowress. "Boys and Girls, behold your King", I thought to myself. What I got was the complete opposite - utter silence, mingled with some disgusted looks. I don't think Holly even looked up at all.

Huh? Seriously? Didn't they hear...??? Hmmm, there must have been some other variable here that I didn't realize. Surely things didn't change THAT much between elementary and junior high, right?

A few weeks later I tried again. It was an almost identical situation, which (sadly) produced an identical reponse from my audience. My heart was racing, and something new was happening to me. My face was getting warmer and my ears felt like a radiator, swelling with hot magma. I wanted to ooze my way out of my desk and run down the hall. I actually felt SHAME and REGRET for the very action that had made me a legend in Grades 1-6. Was this what it meant to be embarrased?

It was October, 1987. The day farting stopped being funny.