Early Spring

Two years ago, I was very pregnant with the Spring baby I was so very excited for. I thought a baby born in the Spring would be just perfect. We would be able to get out and about for walks, errands and such without having to bundle up and worry about all the sickness everywhere. I thought I had it all planned out perfectly. Then, God gave a big laugh. Two years ago we had the longest winter ever. I thought it would never warm up.

This year however, we have been enjoying an EARLY Spring with lots of unseasonably warm temperatures which makes for some fabulous outdoor activities.

Yard work...

Golf...

Airplane rides with Papa...

  

 The Park...

The back yard...

If it were up to Mason, we would be, "Outsi, outsi, outsi" all the time! He is a bit less excited about Sissy's driving of the golf cart, however.

Beauty and the Beast

Last Friday, Grandma Bose enlightened us all with some culture. She took my sister and I and the bigger kiddos to Minden, Nebraska. We ate at a scrumptious Mexican restaurant, walked the beautiful square, and attended the Beauty and the Beast performance at the Minden Opera House. I was amazed with everything in the charming little town. They obviously have many people very much engaged with a common goal of bringing great enjoyment to its residents and visitors. The talent and production of the Minden Community Players was incredible. What a treat! Thanks, Grandma.

  

Our Sweet Little Mason

We were so proud of Mason last Sunday. At children's time, he confidently ran to the front of the church and sat quietly with his sister and the other children.

But then....When the lesson was over he ran back down the isle, past the row in which Nathan and I were sitting, stopped abruptly, spun around and ran straight back to the front of the church. Nathan made an attempt to retrieve him, but Pastor Mary waved him back. She wanted to see what Mason would do and asked the entire congregation to stand up so they could get a better look at how cute he was. Sure cute to everyone else but terrifying for his parents. I was not so much embarrassed as I was frightened of what he might say or do. Much to my relief, he just sat there and listened to the hymn and watched the pianist in awe.

After church, a friend of mine sent me this picture with the caption, "Our sweet little Mason. I couldn't resist."

And then later in the week, I received an e-mail from the church secretary, " Mason was so cute Sunday and so comfortable up in front by himself. I wish more of us could be that relaxed."

I guess we can all appreciate and maybe even learn from those with childlike faith.

Pretty Darn Great

Friday, I attempted a schedule that I knew was impossible from the start. At 8:00 am, I loaded the car with both kids and headed east to Lincoln. My goal was have professional pictures taken, use gift cards at Barnes and Noble, stop at US Bank and spend a reasonable amount of time at the children's museum. Oh and feed them somewhere in the mix. Considering Mason usually takes a 3 hour nap after lunch, I knew my goal was none too realistic. However, I decided to attempt the impractical, say a prayer and promise to not feel defeated when it all came to fall.

Much to my amazement the day went as smooth as silk. In retrospect, I should have known it would be great because my kids are pretty darn great.

On the way out of town I decided to reward their fabulous behavior with ice cream. As I was attempting the perfect selfie to capture the sweet moment with my precious chillins, a curious little boy was, well...ensuring that my good luck wouldn't last forever.