I love this kid. In the past year he’s graduated from crawling to walking, and walking, and walking (the moment he sees you, he sticks out his little hand for you to hold, then takes off), from cooing to talking (mainly ‘truck’, often ‘big truck’, and also ‘momma’, ‘pwease’, ‘fly’ – when his daddy sends him in the air, and ‘mamu’ – which we think means grandma, or anyone else who will walk and play with him). He has dimples that send me to the moon, and a very easy giggle.
Amber always has fun photo ideas to pair with Mason’s birthday party theme. And, as most mom’s of two-year olds know, it doesn’t get much better than trucks and rocks. We played in the rough for a long while that morning, despite the all out mosquito blitz – which prompted an intermission trip to the dollar store for bug spray. Mason would have been content for hours driving and loading up his trucks.
Oh, the daily joys of being two. He is a reminder that happiness is in the little things. Love you, Mason!