HADLEY AND MASON UPDATE!!!!

Hey all my wonderful, loyal followers!  I really hope everyone is doing ok...it's been forever since I've posted on here and I am going to start Bonnie's challenge soon, but for now, if you can't get enough of Hadley and Mason, check out my other blog that documents their life post-challenge.  The first entry is up!

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Baby 100: Bittersweet Symphony

After giving birth to Lucky and Lucas, a sense of calm comes over me...I can't believe I am almost done...I try to really take in everything about these babies, knowing I only have them and one more to go.

But time marches on, and the boys grow up...Lucky, who is ironically unlucky, looks a little like Weston but has my eyes and my mom's hair.

Even though Lucky has a lot of hair, Lucas doesn't, although it seems like it's going to be similar to my mother's color...and he looks more like Mason.

Mason has yet to do anything but prove that he is a loving and diligent father.  All the kids love hearing his ghost stories.  He is such a relaxed parent, which is good because it compliments my frequent neuroses.

Soon though, even the triplets are ready to move on.

Christian ends up looking a whole lot like Mason.

Weston might have my eyes, but he still has odd traits...he is a hottie though.

Georgina is gorgeous and has plans of taking over the world in the political career field.

And before you know it...I give birth to my last little baby...one last little girl...
Baby 100: Naomi Reed-Pope.

Babies 98 & 99: That's Gonna Leave a Mark

***This is where my computer screwed up, so I had to hurry through the story...but I'll do my best to make it entertaining***

Time marches on...I'm busy working with the triplets...and I'm pregnant again...it was lightening quick...I'm pretty sure Mason just looks at me and I get knocked up...it's crazy.

But anyway...since I'm inside with the triplets, Mason decides to have some fatherly time with Daniel.

Mason: Hey son, want me to teach you how to throw a football?
Daniel: Sure Dad!

Let me just remind you at this point that my husband is a professional football player...yeah...there's no way this can go bad....I walk outside just in time to see this:

Danny: Ow!

Mason: *under breath* Oh shit....
*aloud* Uh...are you ok, son?

Me: What happened?
Mason: Nothing.

Daniel: You hit me with the ball, Dad.

Me: Did you hit him with the ball, Mason?
Mason: Maybe just a little...I didn't mean to...
I just roll my eyes and cross my arms...I don't want to reprimand my husband in front of our son, obviously, and I have to trust that Mason is a good father...so I just stand back and watch...

Mason: He's ok...aren't you?
Daniel: Yeah, I'm fine.
Mason: Ok, good...let's try it again, son...toss it back...

Daniel does this little ballerina move...

Mason goes to throw it again and gets into perfect form to toss the ball...

Me: Ya' know, you probably don't...
I try to say something, but it's too late.

***DANNY CAM***

Mason throws the ball...

Danny's doing this move...

Sure enough, the ball hits him again...

Daniel gives Mason this look...I would sleep with one eye open tonight if I was on the receiving end of that...

It goes that way for awhile...but then...

Mason gets in his stance for the toss...

(can I just say...yummy!)

Daniel has resorted to this tactic.
Danny: *muttering* Please don't hit me, please don't hit me, Please don't hit me...
But then...

He reaches his hand up just in time...and catches it.

Danny: Dad!  Look!  I caught it!

Mason: That's my boy!

I turn around to give my attention to the triplets.
Me: I'm glad that didn't lead to an ER visit...
Mason: *yells* I heard that!
Me: *yell back* Good!

While Mason and Daniel play outside and Nathan sits inside on the computer, I work with the triplets...

Soon, it's birthday time again...

Daniel (now known as Dan) thankfully makes it out of his childhood years without any missing teeth...he looks a lot like me, but there is some of Aunt Zoey there too (I know it's weird I still call her that, it's a hard habit to break).

Nathan (now Nate) is still more of an indoor kid, he has taken to reading, playing on the computer, and caring for his siblings.

Nate and I are working with the triplets when I swear I hear Uncle T-Bone's unmistakable laugh.

I run outside only to see Mason and Dan...and the laugh again...coming from Dan.  I can't help but smile...it's funny the things that are passed down, isn't it?  I'm glad...ever since I can remember, I was always overjoyed at the sound of that laugh...it just sounds so lighthearted and happy...I'm glad I have the chance to hear it in my child now.

Dan and Nate grow up again and before I realize it, they are moving on...I can't help but be a little sad...

Well, at least I have more babies on the way and this set of triplets to care for...



Christian has that sneaky Reed look...and favors my family, but she ends up with a greenish-brown eye color sort of like her Aunt Evie.



She is another computer whiz.



Weston looks weirdly like no one else...but he's still adorable.



He's a couch potato, so he spends a lot of his time in front of the tv.



Then Georgina, my little collage kid...she looks a little more like her father at this point.



She's spunky and full of fire...and like her daddy and her Meemaw Zoey, really enjoys football.
I know she didn't get that from my side of the family...



Although I manage pretty well...



I get a couple of these looks...



Mason and I try to make it a point to spend a lot of time with the kids..



Christian loves playing in the treehouse...I'm telling you...if the walls of that thing could talk...LOL



Somehow, even though we usually go to bed exhausted, we occasionally set aside enough time for Mommy and Daddy time.



After what seems like a pregnancy that lasts forever...



I give birth to Baby 98: Lucky Reed-Pope



and Baby 99: Lucas Reed-Pope.

Babies 95, 96, & 97: Why Stop Now?

Before I get into the entry...I just wanted to remind anyone that has a character they would like to see in the blog to please leave me the link if I don't already have it!  Also, if I previously had your character, please let me know if you don't want to see your character in here again...

Oh...also, if there are any of Hadley's kids you would like to see again, shoot me a comment!

Mason tends to his sons with the utmost care...it's really cute.  Let me just say, I really really like having a husband to help take the load off of me.  I can't count the number of times one of the boys starts crying and he jumps up before I can even groan.  It's pretty awesome.  I just hope he has the stamina for six more.

I don't really have to worry about that long though.  One night, as soon as we get the boys down, Mason brings up working on the next batch.
Me: Are you sure?
Mason: Of course!  Don't you want to?
Me: Yeah, sure, but I don't want to overwhelm you...taking care of a bunch of kids at once is pretty tough...
Mason:  Eh, bring it on if you ask me!

I was ever so happy to oblige...and let me just say...getting pregnant this way definitely beats the whole sperm donor thing!  Hehe!

I'm not saying that Mason hasn't had the same new parent difficulties...like the lack of sleep...and stress over a baby crying and not knowing what to do with it...but it's nothing he can't handle...

Sometimes parenting can be frustrating...

Soon, enough, the boys age into toddlers!

Daniel looks more like me but has Mason's skintone...

Nathan looks more like Mason, but has my skintone...how weird is that?

Double teaming is still a lot easier than going it alone though...

Me: Have I told you how much I love you?
Mason: Uh-oh...
Me: What?
Mason: That is usually followed by a bad idea or an admission of guilt.
Me: Oh please, I'm not that bad...

Mason: Uh-huh...who used to get who in trouble when we were kids?
Me: Um, no, that was Keaton getting you in trouble all the time...
Mason: Uh-huh...nope...I seem to remember it being you because no one would ever believe a little girl could influence me...
Me: Are you saying I influenced you?
Mason: Even then baby girl.  I love you too, by the way...now hit me with it.
Me: What?
Mason: Whatever it is you're about to.
Me: That's right...well, I just wanted to let you know that we've got another bun in the oven...

Mason: That's great!  Are you warning me?
Me: Well, sort of, my sweet...we should probably work with the boys a whole lot to teach them their skills...we don't want to have two toddlers and an infant at the same time.
Mason:  Ooh, yeah, good point, I hear that.
So for the rest of the day, we work with the boys.

At the end of the day, we're almost done and still have time for ourselves...but Mason couldn't stop talking about the boys...
Mason: ...and did you hear Nathan's first word?  He said Daddy...so clear...
Me: Uh-huh...
Mason: Are you listening to me?
Me: Uh-huh...
Mason: No you're not.
Me: Uh-huh...
Mason: Hadley!

Me: Huh?  What?
Mason: Were you even paying attention to me?
Me: Yes, baby...Nathan said Daddy...I heard him when he said it.  That's great.
Mason: So why were you just answering with "Uh-huh?"
Me: Babe, my show is on...you're lucky I haven't turned it way up or sent you upstairs.
Mason takes the remote from me and pauses the show.
Mason: Hadley, meet TiVo.
Me: Oh...crap...when did we get that?
Mason: How long have you had cable?
Me: Since I moved here.
Mason: Then since you moved here.

I can't help but laugh.
Me: Man, I knew there was a reason I married you.
Mason: So you don't have to read instructions anymore?
Me: Yup...that and other things.

The next morning when we got the boys up, we finished up with a few skills then it was time to age them up!
Me: Are you ready to grow up, Nathan?
Nathan: Yes Mama!  I wanna be big like Daddy!
Me: Well, we're not quite there yet, but you'll be a little taller...and have more control over our fine motor skills...

Daniel grows up first...and is in love with this muscle shirt...

Then Nathan ages up...he looks pretty scrawny...I'm thinking it's gonna be awhile before he's as big as Mason...

Daniel is into playing outside...in the sandbox particularly...

While Nathan is more of an indoor boy.

Soon enough, I give birth to yet another set of triplets!
***Computer ate the birth pictures***

Baby 95: Christian Reed-Pope

She looks like Mason, has his eyes, and my hair and skintone.

Baby 96: Weston Reed-Pope
My little genetic anomaly...he has a mix of my and Mason's skintone, but I have no clue where the blonde hair comes from, and his eyes look green...weird...and no, he doesn't look like the postman...

Baby 97: Georgina Reed-Pope
She has my hair, her Meemaw Zoey's eyes, her daddy and Papaw T's nose, and my hair.