Peeking into Max's bed. Mason will drag his step stool to Max's bed and just stand there. He is just a little bit excited.
Getting comic books out of Daddy's "Hero Treasure Chest" and reading them.
Watching old superhero videos on You Tube.
Helping Mommy cook.Jonathan's mom found these cute pumpkin decorating kits at Target and got one for Mason and Amelia. Amelia got a princess and Mason obviously got a pirate. He had fun putting the pieces on the pumpkin and has been carrying it around the house all night!
I had another ultrasound a couple of weeks ago and finally got some decent pictures. I know it's hard to tell what's what in ultrasound pictures, but I wanted to post them anyway. Max was moving his mouth the entire time, and Jonathan said he'll probably be another talker like Mason :) We'll see!
Dinner at the River Walk (Ignore the fact that Jonathan and I match--definitely not planned.)
Pirate 4-D movie--Don't let the picture fool you. Once the movie started it was pretty intense, and Mason ended up sitting on my lap with his glasses off. He wasn't hesitant to admit that he was scared once the movie was over. He kept saying he didn't like the cannon, which was the first huge thing to shoot out at you. 
Mason with all of his Shamu paraphenalia (lunch box, watter bottle, popcorn bucket and bowl)
Mason loves riding roller coasters and goes all out by holding his hands up.
If you ask Mason what his favorite thing was he says, "The eels." How random, huh? While we were looking at the eels, he specifically said, "I don't love the eels." As soon as we walked outside and saw the huge stuffed ones the first thing he said was, "I love the eels!" So instead of the obligatory stuffed Shamu, Mason brought home a huge, green stuffed eel that he now sleeps with. 
Jonathan and Mason have been playing with quite a bit of playdough lately. The routine pretty much consists of Jonathan making something, Mason asking if he can have it, Mason destroying it, and repeat. It kind of makes me laugh because each time Mason messes up what Jonathan just made I see him cringe a little :)
My parents and Josh came for a visit last weekend, and I thought it might be fun to go to an FC Dallas Soccer game. I knew my family would enjoy it and was pretty sure Mason would as well. When I told Mason what we were going to do he said he didn't want to watch the game, he wanted to play. I tried to explain that it didn't work that way, but he just kept saying that he was good at soccer. I left it at that and just laughed to myself. At the game Mason was all decked out. My sister had gotten him some soccer shorts and my parents bought him a jersey. Eventhough he looked cute, I think the "uniform" sealed the deal. Mason stood at the railing asking to go on the field over and over. No matter how we tried to explain it (basically, those guys are professionals, you're not even three, there are no other kids out there, and you would get run over) he just kept saying he was good at soccer, too. He was heartborken. He didn't throw a fit, he just sobbed and had the saddest face I've ever seen. I finally took him to the bathroom and told him we were going to stay in there and not get to watch the game if he didn't quit. His crying episode ended pretty soon after that, and the rest of the game was quite enjoyable. Mason's final conclusion was, "When I am a big boy, I'm going to watch Sponge Bob and play soccer." 
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