Evolution of a boy

I have a boy. I always knew he was a boy of course. But somehow, this week, he became what we would refer to as a boy. It all started after we buzzed his hair. It suddenly made him look more mischievous. Take away my baby and his curls and replace it with complete and utter boy.

I would also like to say for the record that I would like to fill this blog with pictures showing my boy being a boy but the other BOY in the family decided to take the camera in the ocean. Enough said.

Anyway, to prove how my life has dramatically changed, I have a few points I would like to focus on.

Exhibit #1: Yesterday, Mason built a fort. He then decided he should bring down his toys and play house in his fort. He then blew up his house with guns and swords (?!?!) so he could be a firefighter.

Exhibit#2: Yesterday (it was a big day) Mason and I went to the zoo with my friend Ashley. We went in the Feline house and got a pretty good view of the leopards. We put our kids against the railing and let them watch the angry pacing leopard. She and I are in conversation and I'm not paying attention to Mason (mind you, I do think I'm a pretty good mom- I am rethinking it). I then turn as Mason has jumped the railing, put his face on the glass, and is staring face to face with the leopard. I mean face-to-face people. The only thing separating their noses from squishing together is a thin piece of glass and that leopard is looking at Mason like he is the most delicious thing he has ever seen. Mason was unphased. I was not.

Exhibit #3: Tonight Jackson and Lilly are over. And apparently Tarzan too. Because in slow motion I watch my toddler leap from the couch, onto my prized and beloved curtains, and slide down them as if he was sliding down a pole at the playground. Um...I don't think so.

Now, if you have a boy, this may seem normal to you. If you have a girl, it may sound normal. And if you have a boy with a buzz cut, you would probably say the best is yet to come. But these are all new to me- and I absolutely love them.

disclaimer: since Joel once ran in front of a moving truck, you would think I should have been prepared.