Spring? Is that you?

Yeah, I know it's not. I was just checking. In our never ending quest to find things to do inside as we wait for spring to arrive, we decided to go to the hangar and see my company's jet. We just got a new one, because you know, times are tough, and they let us bring our families to see it. Mason loved it, of course.

Speaking of travel, I did one of the most boneheaded things I have ever done while traveling last weekend and it still annoys me to think of it so maybe if I just put it out there I can get completely over it. I was flying home from Las Vegas on Monday and my (commercial) flight left at noon and was the only nonstop of the day. I got to the airport plenty early and noticed my flight had been delayed an hour. No big deal, I call some friends, eat a pretzel, whatever. After a while I notice the sign at the gate I am waiting at does not change to Boise so I went up and asked the agent "Excuse me, could you tell me when the Boise flight is leaving?" She says "Boise flight?" I am momentarily confused and then I look over my shoulder at the screen I was looking at and it says "Arrivals" as opposed to "Departures" on it. She then informs me that my flight at noon was one of the only flights that wasn't delayed. Perfect. She works to route me through Salt Lake and get me home 6 hours later and says "Oh shoot, this flight leaves out of a completely different terminal and it's quite a walk from here. The good news is you have 3 hours to get there!" The ensuing conversation I had with Jake was not one I am proud of, I haven't been that angry for quite some time. After I stopped swearing I said "The worst part about this whole situation is that there is no one to blame!" After a short pause I did come up with "Wait a minute, why on earth would people at the gate care when a flight to Boise is coming in?!? There is no reason for an Arrival screen at the freaking gate!" I stand by that today.

There, I feel a little better and suffice it to say that is one mistake I will never repeat. Here's some happy pictures...

One fish, Two fish...

My parents came to town this weekend for some fun and my mom decided she was going to buy Mason some fish, since I have deprived him of having a puppy. I have had fish twice in my life, both times I became very attached and felt very bad when they died. I felt bad because I directly caused their deaths, the first one by not attaching the water tube correctly, thus causing all of the water to empty out of the aquarium, and the second by leaving tropical fish in the U-haul overnight, which caused all five of them to freeze to death. So I was a bit reluctant to do the whole fish thing again but was willing to give it a shot. We got two orange goldfish and one black one, which is currently dead in the tank awaiting Jake to come and remove it. Mason can barely see it as it is trapped behind the filter, but he thinks it's sleeping and says "Shhh" when he sees it.

Anyway, Mason loves the fish. He kisses them and tried to feed them grapes this morning. We're working on some rules. He calls them "urnge" which is how he says orange and we haven't yet named them anything else. Being as they came from Wal-Mart, we'll wait to see if they live before investing any time and effort into names. Ha!

Mason with "Papa", whom he adores

Showing Grandma how focused he can be when Elmo is on

And these are the "pish"