Shoes. Mason LOVES to wear shoes because that usually means we're going outside. Now, he brings the shoes and throws them at us so he can wear them in hopes of eventually leaving the house. I can't really blame him.
Throwing/hitting things. No explanation needed. He's all boy.
Planes, trains, and automobiles. Again, all boy.
Harley, but that's no surprise. They've been BFFs since day 1.
Climbing. If it can be climbed, he will try to climb it, which is why all of our kitchen chairs are turned on their sides on the floor.
That's all I can think of for now, but I'm sure there are a ton more . . .
happy birthday, brooks!
8 years ago
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