I always rolled my eyes when I heard the line "Enjoy them, they grow up so fast" from EVERY parent out there. But now I am one of them, I caught myself saying it to someone with a newborn. Damn, I try not to be so cliche, but it is true. There is absolutely nothing "baby" left of Mason. I can finally say that he is completely potty trained. This was by far our most difficult transition so far, since Mason is such a stubborn lil bugger. He has also decided that he is not taking naps anymore. This is especially fun for me. Now I get NO breaks throughout the day. Unless you count the 2 hours he is at school 2x per week, where I run errands and get my shopping done. And for those who say "Oh, give him some quiet time in his room". HAHAHA that is a good one, obviously you don't know Mason very well. YES PEOPLE, I have tried it. Mason doesn't know how to be calm or "quiet" for more than 5 minutes at a time. He talks nonstop from the minute he wakes up until the minute he goes to sleep for the night. No joke, he should be named yappy mcyappers. And he is so smart, which is wonderful. I love bragging about my little braniac....but sometimes, I simply can not hear "why, Mom?" for the 300th time a day without thinking "WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW SOOOO MUCH"? Kidding of course(maybe), but I never say that I simply answer his questions the best I can and when I can't or have had enough, "ask your dad" always works.
Mason has such a flare for drama as well. He is full of personality. Examples:
1e): Mason spent 1 full day at school. His preschool is also a daycare facility. I had a commitment that required Mason to be there for 6 hours. We planned it out in advance, talked it up, etc. He would eat lunch there, take a nap (he was occasionally napping then) and play for a WHOLE day. Well, when I picked him up from his big day at school I ran up to him in the classroom, threw my arms around him and said "Mason, I missed you so much! How was your day at school? I want to hear all about it". His answer, as he shakes his head back and forth for dramatic effect, "I had a rough day, Mom. I am ready to go home". Well, that was the 1st and hopefully last whole day of preschool. ;)
2e). We were enjoying Mason's new pool just yesterday, when he jumps out of it, yanks down his bathing suit and proceeds to "drain the lizard" on the grass next to his portable potty. I say in utter shock and horror "MASON why did you do that? Your potty is right there!" He says "Mom, I NEEDED to go on the grass to see what it is like for Baxter cause he has to go out here". I answer that sternly (and am secretly very amused with his response) "Well, now you know how Baxter feels, and since he is a dog and you are a little boy, you will not be doing that again. Baxter doesn't use your potty, so don't use his". He said "Ok mom, I won't". Back in the pool.
3e). I really try to watch my language in front of The Mase. I don't even have a potty mouth. And I know that he is always listening, even when we don't think so. But I suppose I may have slipped up, or another member of this household (ahem, Scott). So I am trying to rush through a shower, and Mason of course can not bare the thought of having me in the bathroom for 5 whole minutes without him, so he starts banging on the door and saying "Mom, I need you. Let me in. Come out now. Open up. Mom, I said I need you. Can you hear me" Me: "Yes, Mason I will be right out". Mason: "Mom, I said I need you. OPEN THE FU*KING DOOR RIGHT NOW".
I just stood in the shower, suds in my eyes as I am wide eyed and mouth open and completely horrified. I do not respond, turn off the water, come out (still a little sudsy) and NEVER acknowledge the fowl word. Hoping it will be forgotten and never said again. And the sad part is he knew exactly how to use the word to make his point.
In a nutshell, I am enjoying every moment of my dramatic, strong personalitied, sometimes temper tantrumed lunatic, talkative, braniac, ADORABLE, and yes lovable, little blue eyed devil. And I thought the baby stage was tough.
G'day
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