Chubs

Hi, I’m Mason. I’m 14 weeks old. I like Leos, milk, balloons and warm baths. I can also stash a ham under the fat rolls in my neck.

the butt paste incident

After putting Mason in the stroller this morning, I walked back into Marcus’s room and found him on top of the changing table, finger painting with butt paste.

My Nikon was downstairs but I figured what the hell, I already had a pretty decent mess to clean up so I might as well just shut him back in there for another minute and get some good pictures. I love what he did with his hair in the meantime.

When I explained that there would be no walk this morning because we had to clean up, he immediately pitched in with the purell.

He’s such a team player. It’s a shame he’s going barefoot for the rest of the summer.

Almost, but not quite.

Today we learned that some brushes don’t go in your hair.

On mother’s day

Marcus and Mason have pretty similar names, so to simplify things we’ve decided to just go with “Thing One” and “Thing Two.” Next up, blue wigs.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms, and a special thank you to Mrs. Shumway for the great detective work!