Our last stop on the Illinois tour was the state capitol in Springfield. You see, ten years ago, this moment was captured there.
We took you there to get an updated picture. A lot has changed, huh?
Hugs and kisses,
Mommy
Showing posts with label Illinois. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Illinois. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
memorable picture revisited
Mason,
Our last stop on the Illinois tour was the state capitol in Springfield. You see, ten years ago, this moment was captured there.
We took you there to get an updated picture. A lot has changed, huh?
Hugs and kisses,
Mommy
Our last stop on the Illinois tour was the state capitol in Springfield. You see, ten years ago, this moment was captured there.
We took you there to get an updated picture. A lot has changed, huh?
Hugs and kisses,
Mommy
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Mommy's extended family
Mason,
You met a crew of people on our visit to Illinois.
Uncle Luke and Kim popped into town to see you.
The "big kids" fascinated you. You watched Peter, Daniel, James, and Elizabeth as they raced circles through Grandpa and Grandma's big farmhouse. How you longed to join them!
Here you are with Ryan, your second cousin.
You also posed with Great Aunt Nancy and Great Uncle Steve.
And Great Uncle Jim and Great Aunt Susie.
The big kids paid a lot of attention to you, and they wanted you to run with the pack as much as you did. The most memorable moment of the day occurred when four-year-old Daniel, the youngest "big kid", came up to me, frustrated, and asked, "When's Mason going to grow up?"
Now Cupcake, if you know anything at all about your mommy by now, you know exactly what this question did to my heart. I resisted the urge to shriek, "Hush your mouth, Daniel!" and instead, replied, "Daniel. Mason IS growing up! Every single minute, he's growing. Just like you are. He's growing too fast for me, just like you are for your mommy and daddy." Daniel looked at me, smiled, and nodded. He understood. And then he ran off to run with the big kids again.
You'll be running with the pack before Daddy and I are ready for it.
I love you!
Mommy
You met a crew of people on our visit to Illinois.
Uncle Luke and Kim popped into town to see you.
The "big kids" fascinated you. You watched Peter, Daniel, James, and Elizabeth as they raced circles through Grandpa and Grandma's big farmhouse. How you longed to join them!
Here you are with Ryan, your second cousin.
You also posed with Great Aunt Nancy and Great Uncle Steve.
And Great Uncle Jim and Great Aunt Susie.
The big kids paid a lot of attention to you, and they wanted you to run with the pack as much as you did. The most memorable moment of the day occurred when four-year-old Daniel, the youngest "big kid", came up to me, frustrated, and asked, "When's Mason going to grow up?"
Now Cupcake, if you know anything at all about your mommy by now, you know exactly what this question did to my heart. I resisted the urge to shriek, "Hush your mouth, Daniel!" and instead, replied, "Daniel. Mason IS growing up! Every single minute, he's growing. Just like you are. He's growing too fast for me, just like you are for your mommy and daddy." Daniel looked at me, smiled, and nodded. He understood. And then he ran off to run with the big kids again.
You'll be running with the pack before Daddy and I are ready for it.
I love you!
Mommy
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Mommy's roots
Mason,
Daddy and I took you to Illinois to visit Grandma and Grandpa, meet extended family, and show you where I grew up.
You were a trooper on all four flights. Awake for every minute, you entertained the other passengers with your jumping and babbling. At least you made, for the most part, happy baby noises. Here you are, hogging the middle seat (until it was taken), armed with your rattle and boarding pass.
And here we are, outside the back door of my one and only childhood home.
When I was a little girl, I stood at the end of this lane, waiting for the school bus to pick me up on my first day of kindergarten.
Grandma and Grandpa have lots of fun things to do at their house, like pulling leaves on the weeping willow tree near the pond.
One day you'll love to visit the pond and will beg to go for a ride in the row boat. Maybe we'll even enjoy a wiener roast on one of these visits. Grandma and Grandpa gave Daddy his inaugural wiener roast a few years back. It will be your turn next.
You loved sitting in the swing on Grandma and Grandpa's front porch.
You even surprised Grammy with one of your trademark wet, open-mouth kisses (with a hint of teeth, I think). What's even more surprising is that we captured the moment with the camera!
Grandpa showed you his combine. You're standing in what's called the buddy seat.
This next photo shows Grandpa's bean field where he used to pay me to pull weeds. I think I made about $2-$3 an hour (a competitive wage for an eight-year-old in the early 1980s), but I never lasted more than a morning or two.
We made a stop at my hometown staple--The Tastee Treat--for their famous soft serve lemon ice cream cones. Sorry we couldn't share our cones with you! Maybe next time.
It was both strange and heartwarming to take you, my precious little guy, back to where I was raised. I can't think of a place more different from where you're growing up! I suspect, as you get older, you'll look forward to occasionally escaping the DC hustle and bustle and retreating to a quieter place, one with wide open, green spaces, where your creativity and imagination can run wild. A place where you can daydream under a willow tree, jump hay bales, paddle a row boat around a pond, and run forever through rows of corn. Luckily for you, I know the perfect place to take you.
Love you bunches!
Mommy
Daddy and I took you to Illinois to visit Grandma and Grandpa, meet extended family, and show you where I grew up.
You were a trooper on all four flights. Awake for every minute, you entertained the other passengers with your jumping and babbling. At least you made, for the most part, happy baby noises. Here you are, hogging the middle seat (until it was taken), armed with your rattle and boarding pass.
And here we are, outside the back door of my one and only childhood home.
When I was a little girl, I stood at the end of this lane, waiting for the school bus to pick me up on my first day of kindergarten.
Grandma and Grandpa have lots of fun things to do at their house, like pulling leaves on the weeping willow tree near the pond.
One day you'll love to visit the pond and will beg to go for a ride in the row boat. Maybe we'll even enjoy a wiener roast on one of these visits. Grandma and Grandpa gave Daddy his inaugural wiener roast a few years back. It will be your turn next.
You loved sitting in the swing on Grandma and Grandpa's front porch.
You even surprised Grammy with one of your trademark wet, open-mouth kisses (with a hint of teeth, I think). What's even more surprising is that we captured the moment with the camera!
Grandpa showed you his combine. You're standing in what's called the buddy seat.
This next photo shows Grandpa's bean field where he used to pay me to pull weeds. I think I made about $2-$3 an hour (a competitive wage for an eight-year-old in the early 1980s), but I never lasted more than a morning or two.
We made a stop at my hometown staple--The Tastee Treat--for their famous soft serve lemon ice cream cones. Sorry we couldn't share our cones with you! Maybe next time.
It was both strange and heartwarming to take you, my precious little guy, back to where I was raised. I can't think of a place more different from where you're growing up! I suspect, as you get older, you'll look forward to occasionally escaping the DC hustle and bustle and retreating to a quieter place, one with wide open, green spaces, where your creativity and imagination can run wild. A place where you can daydream under a willow tree, jump hay bales, paddle a row boat around a pond, and run forever through rows of corn. Luckily for you, I know the perfect place to take you.
Love you bunches!
Mommy
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