Before I can even begin my reasons for writing this blog, I must first go back...travel with me please...
It was a normal Sunday of sitting in church. I was beginning to feel the uncomfortableness of being nine months pregnant, and I knew I had a very persistent child inside of me. He was growing tired of being cramped and right when we sat down to hear the message, Mason decided he was no longer going to take it anymore. He began to stretch his little legs out and press firmly against my ribs. So naturally, I took my hand and firmly pressed back urging him to readjust. Oh, how this worked many times before. However, my precious little boy decided he was going to stand his ground and not move. So he pushed back. Mommy, not to be outdone, pushed back again. The entire church service continued in this pattern. He'd offer his little push, and I pushed right back.
I recall this memory very vividly now that Steven and I are battling an almost 11 month old and his persistence to get what he wants. I should have known that day in church was foreshadowing events to come. Yes, my precious gift from Heaven comes with a little surprise...TEMPER TANTRUMS!!! I must say he gets this from his father. Steven, on the other hand swears it is from my side of the family! Whoever passed down this gene of the devil should be dealt with most severely. How can something so precious make such wretched faces because he does not want to sit in his high chair, chew on the remote control, or my favorite one yet, share his food with the dog? So I know feel that we have entered into the true realm of parenting...working to establish acceptable behavior. So when you pass us in public and you see my precious gift throw his head back and cry, please offer a sympathetic glance :)
Now, for the pictures. Mason is growing strong both emotionally and physically. Even though he has his moments of forceful independence, he is still my sweet, precious, beautiful baby boy. Feel free to love on him anytime you want. I know we sure do!!!!
