Potty training is still a struggle. I tried having Mason teach Dolly-doll, but after he was done Mason decided that Dolly-doll was sick and needed to lay down.
The other day he played with Alanna and learned how much fun the monkey bar on his swingset is. Also, I absolutely adore when he puts his shirt on backwards because I know it won’t be too much longer till that stops happening.
Pushing Kyle on the swing.
Kyle is my daredevil baby. I swear that boy has no fear. Which is why he’s always covered with bruises. You can’t really tell, but in this pic he actually had bruises on both cheeks. The right cheek was from falling against the coffee table and the left was from trying to walk down the stairs.
He eats at the counter like a big boy.
*note that Mason is eating his foot behind Kyle, even though his peanut butter and jelly is right there.
Chillin in the sled while wearing his swimsuit just begged to be photographed.
Silliness with the Cornell cousins
