One for the memory book

Picture this...A rapidly moving river, a calm little cove, a little boy and his mom.

Here's how it went. Mason and I were on a bike ride along the Poudre River with our friend Brittany. We notcied this nice little cove shaded with trees and calm, shallow area that would be great for Mason to play in (after all he loves water!) So, Mason is having a grand ole time throwing rocks into the water and watching them splash. Brittany was wearing flip flops and I was in my running shoes, so I jokingly told her that she had to be in the water with him. We were standing at the water's edge as Mason was playing and I looked out at the river and an image came to my mind of Mason being swept down the quickly moving river and me jumping in after him fully clothed in my exercise outfit. Not 2 seconds after this horrifying image did my son go running into the water a knee's length and jump head first into the water. I quickly ran into the water and picked up my soaking wet son who had been startled by the abrupt dunking of his head. I think it scared me more than him because he didn't cry, he just wanted to keep on throwing rocks into the water.

Another moment for which I wish I had a perpetual videographer.

Milestone for Mason!

Well it finally happened. Mason climed out of his crib this morning! I kind of saw it coming. Because where we're living isn't our house and Mason's room is not set up accordingly, he just has his pack n' play in the guest room which is right next to a bed. THe other day we were on the bed and he climbed into his pack n' play to get a stuffed animal and he was so close to climbing back out. And I thought to myself, "it won't be long"...

So, this morning, Mason woke up kind of early and we didn't want to get up to get him yet. Well, he was getting pretty worked up; screaming and crying. Then all of a sudden it gets quiet and hear a faint thud come from the other room...then silence...then the pitter patter of little running feet come down the hall. Then a knock on the door followed by "mommy, daddy"! It was actually really cute, and I wasn't completely surprised that he did it. I actually been have been a great moment to capture if there had been a perpetual videographer.

So, what to do now...maybe I can teach him how to change his own diaper and get his own milk too! :)

Wanna go for a walk?

This morning I took Mason in his jogging stroller for a walk around our neighborhood, to see what is around us; oh and for exercise too! Anyway, I told myself that I would walk a minimum of 2 miles (I have pedometer on the stroller). So, I get to the end of the neighboring area and end up and a major road (which had already been 3 miles). I take the road north for a little ways and notice a trail. Trails are not uncommon here. Great! I think to myself. So, I hop on the trail and continue on. So, I'm walking for a long time and check my pedometer which is at like 6 miles. WHAT! I don't see an end in sight to this trail and I haven't intersected any other roads since I've been on it. So, I call Matt to see if he can figure out where I am. Luckily, I'm not far from the road we live off of, however I'm still 2 miles til the end of the trial and another 2 miles to make it home from there. So, what I thought was going to a quick little 2-3 mile walk ended up being 10 miles and 2 hours! YIKES!

Moral of the story- know where you're going before you adventure out! In any case, here's a picture of what I got to enjoy on this unexpected long journey...

Cheyenne, Wyoming

This past Saturday we weren't doing much so we decided to go for a drive, and that's where we ended up. It's only a half hour drive and we're actually closer to Cheyenne than we are to Denver. Anyway, we didn't know really where to go so we just followed the signs that led us to "Downtown Cheyenne". It was actually pretty neat. Some really interesting history. We did half of a walking tour which explained some of the history behind some of the buildings. We cut it short because it was 2 hours past Mason's nap time and we were tired ourselves. But, before we left we went into the Wranglers store. I've always wanted a pair of cowboy boots. They had a couple good pairs that I wouldn't have minded paying the high price for; only thing is we didn't have the money to pay the high price. Well, anyway, I'll get my boots some day! We had Mason try on a pair of boots too, he looked so cute in them (although, not so sure I'd pay the high price for a pair of kids boots).

So, we headed out from Cheyenne to come back home; enjoying the scenery that you would never find in L.A. :)