No worries folks, I’m still here! Just wanted to pass happy winter and holiday wishes to moms and dads alike! :-) Working two jobs and parenting tends to have this “no blog” effect. Whoopie! It’s all worth it though, for this little guy:
Mason is 21+ months old now. Boys his age do an awful lot! Mason runs about the house, bounces on the bed, fiddles with the remote and eats like both a horse and a bird, depending on the day and meal. He sure is a handful. He’s also a diaper full!
I’ve written a lot about poop, and as a dad, I’m entitled to every stinking word of it. It’s a scientifically known fact: the older a child gets, the more pungent the aroma of their dirty deposits. Talk with just about any parent about this, and the conversation is sure to steer to…
We started thinking of potty training about 2 months ago. Mason somehow got into the habit of getting out of the tub, finding a certain spot in the bathroom floor and…relieving himself. Like any optimistic parents, we ran out and bought a kiddie potty. “Mason will be using this in no time!” I thought. I envisioned light at the end of a very stinky tunnel…a tunnel to a land of storage space in Mason’s room and a sudden drop in the need for baby powder and air freshener. Such a blissful thought! I was getting overwhelmed…so much joy! Tears of joy! So much emo–
*STOMP STOMP STOMP* BA LA LA LAAAA BAA!! *STOMP STOMP STOMP*
–and then Mason ran by with the soft seat of the kiddie potty on his head, smiling and babbling loudly. Sigh…oh well.
The day will come when potty training will become a serious project. Hopes will be spawned and dashed with every potty sit or soiled diaper. It’s gotta happen one way or another. Mason, my boy, I have complete faith in your intestinal intelligence! Go get ‘em, son! :-)
I caught myself being mushy a few nights ago. Mason was just sitting on the floor watching Chuggington on the DVR. He wasn’t doing anyhting in particular, just stuffing his face with Pringles like any other evening.
And I just stood there and stared.
I catch myself doing this from time to time. I stare at Mason doing any old thing that toddlers do, like it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. Mason has grown so much, he’s fast approaching his 2nd birthday! It floors me to think that he’s only been walking for 8 months, and yet he runs all over the place, climbs on everything, and tortures us with it like he’s been doing it since day one. It truly is amazing, the growth process.
It all points to the unconditional love for my son. It’s something so common when you think about it, yet to every father, it brings so much joy…and tears in some cases. Sure, there are times when I want to throw myself off the roof of my house into the rose bush (quite a feat, as the rose bush does not sit near the house), but it’s all out of love.
Mushy much? I LOVE MY SON!
In the past few weeks, Mason has learned that mattresses are springy, and that springs are bouncy. He’s such a sensory-focused little guy! Every morning before leaving for daycare, all he wants to do is get on Mommy & Daddy’s bed and hop, hop hop! Of course, it’s a double-edged sword, bouncing on the bed. No parent wants to condone such raucously negative behavior, but the smile on Mason’s face makes it impossible to deny him. I’m such a bad daddy.
Mason still uses a crib, but he’s starting to bounce there too. I’m sure it won’t be long before he’s bouncing right OUT of the crib. Can someone recommend some good floor padding to prevent skull fracture?
We took a family vacation in June, visiting my sister, brother-in-law and their kids from Indiana. We met in Massachusetts with my parents and drove to Maine for an overnight at the ocean.
Mason was t quite sure about the ocean. Maybe it was the waves. Maybe it was the noise. Maybe it was the camera being constantly aimed at him. Either way…not 100% a fan. Nonetheless, this was a half decent shot.