
I remember my sister and Pete saying "how could Harrison get any cuter and then he would". Maybe this means I'm not a
baby baby person (I could have told you that), but this is my favorite age. Mason is 20 months and I really don't see how he could get any cuter. I am relishing every moment. He is all smiles, full of determination (which equals a few tantrums), articulate (well in comparison), learning things so fast and really showering Tom and I in his love. At night before he goes to bed he orders kisses "mommy- maymay" (that's what he calls himself), "mommy-daddy", "daddy- maymay", it makes Tom and I smile every time.
I was telling my dad how cute he was and how this is my favorite age and he said "Cecily, they are cute at every age, even when they're in 2nd grade and score their first goal you'll still say this is your favorite age". I'm not so sure, this boy is darn cute. Tom and I are very lucky. This morning he counted to 6 at breakfast, total coincidence but Tom and I just about fell out of our chairs. His favorite color is yellow, everything is yellow even if its blue. He loves practicing his colors and body parts, he knows all his body parts but is stuck on the butt, who can blame him. He learned how to give zerberts to Tom and I last night, hilarious, don't worry we'll get some video. Hopefully this means he'll share my poop and fart humor. His latest is telling us to go "fast". Tom was sure he was trying to get him a speeding ticket on the way to daycare. Yesterday I took him for a bike ride and he kept saying "faster mommy", poor guy didn't know I was giving it all I had. He has a need for speed. I just hope he doesn't like motorcycles. He is very bossy (I wonder who he gets that from) yesterday morning he was going outside with Tom and I was sitting on the deck and he looks at me and says "up mommy, outside". I was so shocked I got up and followed like a good little mommy. I really didn't know parenting was going be this fun.