Our Growing Boy ...

Mason is now 19 months old! He has definitely grown into a toddler complete with the attitude. Although he remains mostly mellow, we see his "streaks" during mealtimes, when we bring him in from outside, and when it is time to get out of the bath. Although, I must say that we have developed an ingenious tactic in ending bath time. We use a blow-up tub that sits inside our larger tub. When bath time is over, we open the plug and slowly let the water out of the blow-up bath. Before he knows what is happening, Mason's water is gone and he doesn't seem to pitch as large of a fit to get out of an empty bath. We're so clever ... or at least, we feel that way!

Mason is definitely solar-powered like his daddy. He LOVES to be outside! We frequent the park on the days I am home with him. His new favorite past times are swinging and going down the slide. 

This last month, our little Peanut learned to use 

his fork and spoon! Self-feeding has its upsides and its downsides; although we are glad to see he is progressing, he makes a holy mess when he self-feeds. He also becomes very defiant when someone tries to help feed him .... "NO!" he says! Nahla has never been happier with all the floor scraps she cleans-up from Mason's missed attempts ..... The other morning, Tim gave Mason some yogurt and went down the hall to put something in the bedroom, when he returned, there was yogurt ALL OVER the place .... the floor, Mason, and the walls were covered in blueberry delight! He is slowly getting the hang of it, but for now ... I am just glad to have tile floors!

Mason now has 11 teeth! He is cutting teeth like crazy! Poor little guy has had a swollen mouth for the last 6 months with as many teeth as he has popped through (11 teeth in 6 months)! That is almost a tooth every two weeks!  The other night he pitched possibly the WORST temper tantrum we have ever seen. I called it his "Grand Mal Fit" ...It was the middle of the night and he was PISSED OFF! He was rolling around the floor screaming, absolutely refused to be held by Tim or myself, and would occasionally swat at my legs and robe in defiance. After both trying our hand at being the loving, comforting, understanding parent, Tim and I decided to let him work out his issues in his crib ... alone. After 30 minutes of hysterics, Tim went in and picked him up. Mason collapsed in exhaustion on Tim's chest; he had his fill of drama and was ready to finally sleep .... as long as it was on daddy's chest in the recliner (reminded us of the good-old days of sleepless nights). The next morning when we woke up, I checked his mouth and Mason had a new molar poke through! Poor little guy, that can't be comfortable!

Anyhow, I (as always) have included some pictures of this last month ...unfortunately, I haven't been all that good using my camera. I hope you all are doing well! Video will follow in the next couple of days when I can get to another computer ... 

Love,

Jenn, Tim and Mason