Christmas Miracle

So I experienced a honest to goodness Christmas miracle today. Okay, maybe not a miracle, but it was awesome nonetheless. I was rushing to the post office to get something in the mail before they closed. I drove all the way (like 5 miles but STILL) to the post office, both kids crying the whole way (it was one of those days). Once I got there I realized that I didn't have my wallet. erg! I remembered grabbing my wallet off the table, but I figured I must have left it sitting in the garage while I was getting the kids loaded up in the car or something. So I drove back through rush hour traffic. By this point I'm worried that I'm not going to make it to the post office before it closes (and today was the last day for standard shipping to be sent in order for it to get to its destination before Christmas). I finally pulled up to my house and in front was a big, old, creepy brown van. I was on the phone with my friend Camille who lives on the next street over and I asked her if she saw the scary van in front of my house. She said it hadn't been there a few moments before. So I pulled up along side the van and a man was standing behind the van staring at my house. I was a little creeped out until he turned around and I saw my wallet in his hand. Turns out I must have put the wallet on the top of my car while loading the kids and forgot to take it off. This sweet man found it out on a busy road and pulled over, picked it up, looked at the address on my driver's license and brought it to my house to return it to me. It was evident that it had been run over by a few cars, but all my cash and credit cards were in place. I was so surprised by the situation that I just sat in my car with the window rolled down, thanking him profusely. He just gave me a slight nod and got back in his van. In retrospect I am kicking myself for not getting out of my car and asking him his name. I should have offered him a reward, or at least shook his hand. Instead I just sat there dumbfounded and said, "Oh my gosh thank you so much." So, dear sweet man, if you are out there somewhere, thank you. Thank you for saving me from a monumental panic attack. Thank you for saving me from some serious problems. Thank you for being honest and for going out of your way for a stranger. I hope I get the chance to pay it forward someday.

Mason-isms

• After we put up the Christmas tree Mason said, "Well that is the biggest tree I ever saw." (He obviously hasn't seen very many Christmas trees.)
• We went up to the hospital to have dinner with Nic and while we were taking in the view from the Huntsman Mason (who was ready to go) said, "Ok, come on now little friends."
• Me: "Hey bud." Mason: "Hi honey."
• Last Saturday Nic was trying to get in the shower, however, Mason was very much oppose to it and kept telling Nic that it was "way dangerous".
• The other night we were reading scriptures before bedtime. The following ensued: Me: "So Mary was Jesus' mom." Mason: " No. Merry CHRISTMAS." Me: "Yeah we say Merry Christmas, but Mary was the name of..." Mason: "MERRY christmas." Me: "So Mary" Mason: "CHRISTMAS!" Me: "Yes Mase but Mary." Mason: "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" Me: "Merry Christmas bud."

The many faces of Sage Elizabeth

Six months...

18 lbs 7 oz - 90%tile

26 1/4 in. - 75 %tile

Sits up on her own.

Goes from sitting to her belly in a relatively graceful motion.

Drinks from sippy cup (but still nursing).

Loves cereal, learning to love everything else.

Reaches out for EVERYTHING (if its in her near vicinity she wants it).

Still hasn't rolled over.

Smiles at everyone.

Loves her brother and her dog.

Gives vigorous kisses.

Loves to dance.

Still doesn't sleep through the night, but wakes up happy every morning!

Love, love, LOVE this baby girl of mine.