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At 8:14 a.m., Mason turned three. THREE! Oh my, how time flies. I remember thinking that I would be pregnant forever. Then I was in labor for what seemed like forever. And, now, he is already so grown. My 10-pound baby now weighs a solid 40. As my students say, he’s a beast!
I know all parents think their children are special, but Mason really is exceptional. He has the biggest heart of any human being I know and is teaching me about love in ways that I have never imagined possible.
He is advanced verbally, and says things daily that astound Mike and me. Just the other day, he said, “I adore Sissy.” What todder says “adore”? He frequently says, “Mommy, I love you with all my hearts,” and it warms my soul. I like to think he makes “hearts” plural because Jesus is living in his.
Mason is also really strong-willed. He gets a tad bit jealous of Miss Julia, but they are so different. He is really good at play and has a very active imagination, even if he is also a bit rigid. His favorite toys are his Match Box cars and his Thomas the Tank Engine trains. He lines them up just so and talks to them, even role playing, using different voices for each one. Of course, Sissy likes to come over and mess with him, which drives him nuts! She already knows how to push his buttons.
But he actually asks to go to “Big Boy School” every day and has a blast playing with all of his buddies. He loves being outside on the playground, especially when playing ball is involved. He talks about everyone in his class on a regular basis, but his best buddies seem to be Graham, Case, Brigs, and Aubrey.
Mason likes to read. He loves the Thomas catalogues we get from Miss Linda at Shapes and More in Thomasville. He likes Good Night Moon and can “read” us the whole story. He also has the machine book that he calls his “excavator” story, and he likes that a lot.
He is a movie buff, too. His favorites right now are Tangled, Beauty and the Beast, Thomas: Day of the Diesels, and The Lion King.
Just the other day, Mason told Mike he needed to put on his work clothes to save Sadie Mae, our kitty, who was stuck on the ceiling. The outfit above is his rescue garb. And on Sunday, he sat at our desk in the back and told us he was “Mike Bonfanti” and that he “had to go to work to do his papers.” Mike says he is going to be a police officer or some other type of authority figure. I say he is going to be THE doctor who finds a cure for cancer.
On the sweet side, Mason is also a home body. He does not really like to travel and is satisfied putting on his PJs and snuggling on the couch under his “softy” blanket. He is his Mommy’s child.
And my guilty pleasure is that he also likes to crawl in bed with Mike and me. I know this is a parenting NO-NO, but I do not care. I like having him in the middle and I like having him rub my hair in the morning and tell me that he loves me.
Afterall, he will only be three once.
How precious. Happy birthday to Mason! He’s such a cutie-pie… and Julia is too. You have the most adorable kids ever.
How sweet ! What lovely pictures ! Enjoy every minute!!!