As Mason gets older, it is harder and harder to get him to stay in his chair to get his picture taken. I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to keep this up. The outtakes are perhaps a more realistic view of what kind of no good he's up to these days...
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| "Have a seat? No thanks; I prefer to stand. What's in here anyway?" |
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| "If I could just....get...a little...higher..." |
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| "What up, gravity." |
He has taken a step or two here and there, but isn't fully walking yet. Thank goodness. I can't imagine what he will be getting into once we cross that bridge. What else is he up to? Trouble. With a capital T. Please observe.
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| "Who, me?" |
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| "What? The view's better up here." |
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| "What a mess! Who did that?" |
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| "Hey, babe. Slide here often?" |
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| He's a foot man. "Nice toes you got there, darlin." |
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| All that flirting gave him the munchies. |
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| Furioso coloring with Avery. Note the Miller tongue. |
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| Showing off a little backhanded sippy cup action. With a twist. |
And finally, here's a little bathtub fun. He loves to hate getting squirted.
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