Shots of Happy...mostly

This was the day Mike left. Brennan was walking around the house with Carter's Spiderman hat, Taylor's pink headband and pink flip-flops, and his diaper. It was just hilarious how content and happy he was with his little creation.

Monday after school. Taylor got mad at me because I wouldn't let her have cookies for dinner. This was the next time I saw her, about 5 minutes after the, "Mom, I not like you anymore."

Mason being happy and silly. He was actually just laughing for like an hour straight about anything and everything we were doing. It is pretty funny when he just can't stop laughing. You can't help but join in.

Carter is doing surprisingly well with Mike being gone. He is using talking to tell me how he is feeling and I am so grateful for that. We were concerned about this little guy because after we told them Mike would be leaving again for 6 months he kind of turned into this angry little devil. I am glad he got that out of his system and can now talk with me. He's not perfect at it, but neither am I.

Dear sweet Brennan. He is a daddy's boy through and through. He hears a loud car and is running through the house from door to door yelling for Dad. It breaks my heart a little that he doesn't understand what is up with Dad not coming home. He loves his little drill and was going around the house with the drill and a screw and fixing the house for me. Such a sweetie!!

A couple of nights after Mike left Mason woke up and wanted a drink. Then of course he figured while he was up he would throw a fit about not being able to watch a movie. This in turn made Brennan wake up. Well, something about Brennan, great sleeper, fabulous at going down, fabulous at napping etc. If you get that little boy out of his bed in the middle of the night he views that as a new day. So I was letting him fuss about it and after about 10-15 minutes I was on the verge of saying, "Fine, you win." Then suddenly I heard a couple small whimpers and he was quiet. I listened and could here moving around and him settling so I went to bed. The next morning I found Taylor in Brennan's bed. She woke up and looked at me. She smiled and said, "Brennan was crying mom, he wanted me to sleep with him. He didn't want you."

Sorry, but I had to put this on here. He just is smiling away and I couldn't help it. I avoided posting the pictures of the nasty part of his burn. Mike wanted some pictures and I had to change the dressing finally, so after much squirming and fighting we got it done. Mason's curiosity and determination to be apart of cooking finally got the better of him. I blame this on Mike...he left....we all know what happens when he leaves. :) Love you honey.

Hot soup and his arm did not mix. He is in good spirits and it is healing well. This is day 3.

I feel so many things when crap like this happens. How could I have avoided it etc.. Then I just look at how many ways it could have been worse and am comforted. Mason you are so strong willed and determined that sometimes it gets the better of you. Love you man!

This is Mason's water bottle for his wound care. We have to keep it wet. Brennan found it and went and got a wipe and started to spray the windows and wipe them down. Seriously, he is so cute sometimes I can't stand it!


That would be a frozen cucumber Taylor is munching on. She thought it was delicious. I got it out and apparently my fridge was too cold. So she started licking it like a Popsicle.