So today, on a whim, the husband and I packed up little Mason and headed a few towns over to a tattoo shop that someone in our extended family works at. They were celebrating their grand opening. Mike as been itching to get his tattoo for Mason since I told him we were going to have a baby, and this was just to perfect of an opportunity to pass up for him, esp. because we got an amazing price.
I'm still too much of a chicken to go under the needle as of yet. I'm scared it will hurt too much to sit through and i'll end up with half a line on me, or that i'll hate it - im a perfectionist...smh. Somehow, even though I wasn't the one getting the tattoo, i smell like blood and ink. Most likely because i was cleaning the tattoo off for him. I really do want to get a tattoo for Mason. I love that little man more than anything. CONVINCE ME, PEOPLE!!! I want to get...
As long as I'm living, My baby you'll be."
Mason James
8.26.11.
but that is A LOT of writing for a first time tattoo, which i'm already scared to get... ugh!!! decisions, decisions! In the mean time I will continue to just love my little man up, and hug him and squeeze him and kiss him. His smiles melt my heart everyday. Such pure love! Nothing like being a momma <3

















