My Boy is Not a Baby

It happens. One day you turn around and your baby is no longer a baby. When we first found out we were expecting baby #3, I couldn't quite wrap my mind around having two babies at the same time...I just couldn't imagine Mason really growing up that much in such a short time! But he has. I took this photo the other day after having thoughts of moving him to a big boy bed. If you've never read this book, don't. It's very mean (in a so true and wonderful and tearful way).


My boy is just as much a snuggler and rock-a-bye-er as he always has been, but he's also become an outside boy. He loves to "dig ina mud" and "ride pour-wheeler wif daddy" and "ride-a bikes" and "walk to-a lake lot". And he's discovered his "rainbow jacket" for wetter days, though today he told me "not dat one" when I tried to put it on him.



He's busy, of course (though not as busy as #1, but don't tell her that), and gets into all kinds of things. He constantly wants a snack. And now he can physically help himself if help is not around to assist or desist his efforts.

And he talks non-stop. Here are some recent words:

"Ith's a horsthey. I..bite-a horsthey's...nosthe...off." (As he eats a frosted animal cracker)

"Gotta getta chainsaw. Needs gas. Put-a it ina daddy's truck. Cutta tree down."

"What's dose? What's dese? What's dat? Who dat?"

"Wow, looka dat. Dat trailer pretty cool."

"Desus love me dis I know, por a bible tell me so, little one-a him be-ong, dey are but he-ih schthwong...yes, Desus love me...." (I've got to get some of his singing on video...treasures, I tell you.)

"I go potty. Hava delly-bean."

"Hi Lily! You ridin'-a bike? Why? Why? Why-cause?"

"Dat's daddy's house...yeah, itis!"

Sigh. These kids make my heart beep :).