It starts with an eerie silence. I usually find myself wrapped up in NPR as I unload the dishwasher and then realize, I don't know where Mason is. I can't hear him playing. So, I start walking around the house calling, "Where's Mason?"
He responds with a stifled giggle.
Then I spot him. (Though I must say his hiding spots are pretty clever.)
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Now that is the Mason face I love best!
I swear that kid just keeps getting cuter and cuter!
Mason's a sly dog. Hope he'll be nice to our little Claire.
Hee Hee hee! He is precious.
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