Master of His Domain

Mason is walking everywhere these days, which has led to a whole new level of exploration. If it can be gotten into or onto, I usually find him in it or on it. It's kind of a miracle he hasn't yet required stitches.

In the battle of Mason vs. the chair, I think the chair won this one.

"Can we move some of these books? There's no room to sit in here!"

It's never too early to start practicing your table dancing moves.

"What? I'm just getting the crayons. Sheesh."

"Let's blow this joint."

Mason and Max staging a sit-in to demand better-quality snacks.

"Close this up, Mommy. I'm shipping myself to Grandma's." 

I swear I did not pose this. Here's how it went down:

I found Mason here first. I took him out and said something like "How the heck did Mason get in the doll crib?!"

Then Avery attempts to demonstrate how indeed Mason got in the doll crib.

Mason shrieks something that translates roughly to "Hey, I was there first!"

Incoming!
And that's how everyone ended up in the doll crib. I think they posted the how-to video on You Tube.