Mason's Baby

I almost forgot about "Mason's Baby". I should have written about this a long time ago. About the time that I started showing a baby bump we started talking about the baby a lot to Mason to try to help him get used to the idea. Pretty quickly he decided that he too had a baby in his stomach. Funny, we thought, but probably not that unusual. One night when my baby was really active I got Mason's hands and had him feel the kicks. His response? "Cool Mom. Look Mom! My baby too!" He lifted up his shirt and started sucking in his stomach. We were a bit concerned and just went easy on the baby talk for a while. But Mason's baby didn't stop moving. Mason would come find me at random times, gleefully showing me his moving baby. We didn't want him to feel jealous or left out or anything so we didn't really know how to handle his active imagination.

Where's your baby? Right HERE!

Fast forward a couple of months and my baby arrived. We all looked at Mason, wondering what would happen to his baby. He didn't mention it for a while and we thought it was over. Well, yesterday he came up to me with a soft baby puppet toy that was mine as a child. In Mason-Speak he told me (with actions) about the baby. It used to be in his stomach and would kick, kick, kick! And then one day, "the baby came home". Then he held the toy close and gave it kisses. So I guess that is Mason's delivery story.

I peed my Nemo!

Mason keeps us ever entertained with his quirky personality. He's really independent when it comes to going to the bathroom. Often we don't know he's even gone unless we spot him with his underwear inside out or if he comes to us with his clothes asking "is this how it goes?". He's started a new funny thing where he slaps his stomach to... you know... get every last drop in the toilet. We'll hear a slapping sound from down the hall and know that he's in there taking care of business.

He just came in and said "I peed my Nemo!" in a very upset voice. He had an accident, in his Disney character underwear.

Big Brother

Mason loves "his baby" and is always bringing him more blankets, toys, and giving him kisses. He impresses me with how gentle and concerned he is. We were leaving the house the other day and Mason thought we were leaving Eli behind. He was so worried and kept nagging us to go get the baby. When Mason has been away, he seeks out his brother on his return and often says "Oh hi baby!" and gives him hugs and kisses.

Now if we could just teach Mace to change diapers...

Q&A

Mason, what are you doing?

Swimming in my pond.

Say AH!

Mason went to the dentist for the first time. I was worried it might be traumatic and let him pick a stuffed animal to bring along. I should have guessed that he would love it. He's a funny kid that seems to enjoy all the extra stimulus. Like when he was a baby and loud noise and extra sensations would put him right to sleep.

He loved the waiting room with all the toys, he loved the huge fish tank, he loved the bear rug on the wall, he loved watching the movie in the ceiling, he loved the earphones, he loved getting his teeth cleaned, and he loved the sprayer and suction hose (even when it kept grabbing his tongue).


After the cleaning the dentist came over to check out his teeth. Mason obediently let him poke and prod. He said everything looks great. When we were done they gave Mason a token for a candy machine full of little toys. He loved it but now he knows what those machines do! I've been trying to avoid him learning that.


They also sent him home with a new toothbrush, flosser, and toothpaste. He has always been pretty good about brushing his teeth and letting us have a turn to help get everything clean. Now he's better than ever and asks to brush his teeth throughout the day. I can also say "Remember the dentist said not too much toothpaste" and he'll obey without a fit.

Gingerbread House

Mason made a gingerbread house at the annual Grandma Christmas Party. He really liked squirting the frosting on the graham crackers... and then squirting the frosting into his mouth. We let him munch on it as he wants since it's pretty hard and there's not much candy on it.


Actually we let him munch on it because it's so entertaining to watch him pick up the whole thing and try and get a bite off of it.