I'm trying to soak in every minute of this age because you've still got big, chubby cheeks, squishy arms and a baby belly. Soon that will be replaced with long, skinny arms and legs. So, I'm holding on to this "baby" stage as long as possible! Although, your vocabulary is not so babyish. Your favorite word is still "dammit". You say it so often that now you tell on yourself when you say it. "Yep! My say dammit! Dammit. Dammit. Dammit". Just the other day you were playing by yourself in the basement. I could hear you having a full on conversation, asking questions and answering yourself. All of the sudden you yelled to me, "MOM! MY SAID DAMMIT!!". See above for how hard it is to discipline you when you say that word.
You love tractors, cars, lawn mowers, snowmobiles...anything with an engine. And you love to pretend to fix said engines. You are going to be handy to have around when I need work done on my car!!
When I think back to the day you were born, the day we found out we were getting another baby boy, my heart swells with joy. God's plan was amazing. You were the answer to my prayer. As my favorite saying goes, "We were meant to be".
Happy Birthday, Mason. We love you sooooooo much!
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