You walk in the door from church, starving. Just as you get everything out to make a sandwich you realize there is only the end piece of bread left...that simply won't work. Okay, plan B: Marshmallow Mateys. You get out the biggest bowl you can find and fill it to the brim with cereal and realize the milk carton only has two drops of milk left. Mac and Cheese...no milk; grilled cheese and soup....no bread; cheese and crackers....no cheese or crackers. Looks like it's going to be ramen again.
There is nothing worse than being stranded on a Sunday afternoon with empty cupboards. Well that's what Scott goes through every week. You see I have a hard time getting to the grocery store until there is simply no other option. Why is it so hard? I'll give you a hint.....Mason. It is so hard to go to the store alone with Mason because he will not sit in the cart, he starts yelling really loud when he gets sick of shopping (usually by the end of the 3rd isle), and he tries to jump out of the cart or my arms the whole time and he gets pretty close to succeeding. So tonight the three of us went grocery shopping together. Here are some pictures we took of our adventure with Scott's phone.
Mason decided he needed to be pushing the cart. So we had to hold him down in front of the cart and let him push. The trick was the cart had to be moving. If we stopped moving he would lose interest and try to get down.
Then Mason squirmed and arched his back to the point I couldn't physically hold him without dropping him on his head. So, yes, I let him get down and crawl up and down the isle. And even better, on the isle with all the harsh chemicals you are supposed to keep out of children's reach.
The final attempt was letting him ride on my shoulders,but that just created the potential for a longer fall when he tried to jump down. (Notice that all of this was just trying to get down a single isle)
I don't mean to make it sound like Mason is a bad boy, because he most definitely is not. He is just so curious and adventurous right now that the grocery store is torture for him because he just needs to explore all those brightly colored objects that surround him. So until he gets a little bit older and can ride in the little car hooked onto the cart, then we will be finding alternative arrangement for going grocery shopping. At the end of the day, I would never trade having Mason be so animated for an easy shopping trip.
It has always amazed me how every October when the temperature drops into the 60s, pants and sweaters are retrieved from the back of the closet and everyone bundles up for the cold winter ahead. After several months of temperatures hovering around freezing March comes and the temperature once again rises into the 60s and this time shorts and tee shirts are fetched and everyone treats the same temperature we had in October like a heat wave. Has anyone else noticed this silly behavior except me? Silly though it may be, I am personally guilty of doing this very thing. Today I called time and temp (373-9120 for all of you who may have forgotten Central Bank's time and temp phone # since being a kid) and it was currently 62 degrees. Surely this was good enough weather to take Mason on his first picnic to the park. So we made some PB&Js and headed out to the park down the street from our house. I realized I may have jumped the gun a little bit when we arrived and there were still patches of snow on the grass, but that didn't stop us from having a great time. I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.
Mason was pretty proud of himself for successfully climbing
Scott enjoying a fruit leather.
Mason liked the swings. If you look closely you can see his front teeth that have come in. 
Once Mason discovered the tunnel we couldn't get him out of it. He would crawl back and forth between Scott and I laughing so hard. His laugh would echo in the tunnel and make it really loud. Soon there were other little kids who started coming over to see what was so fun in the tunnel.
