Mason went to a semester of gymnastics (we're trying to channel not squash his desire to climb everything). At his graduation, he performed such feats as walking, crouching and walk-crouching. Thank you, Little Gym. The best part of the night, however, came when Mason got to stand on a podium and receive a medal for his hard work and dedication. They hadn't even finished putting it on him when he leapt off the podium and ran to give it to Preslie. "Here you go, Babe! It's a medal I got for you." He loves her so much.
When she was born, I was afraid to have him brought to the hospital. He's got so much energy that I thought he'd try and climb my IV pole or jump out the window. Instead he put a hand on her little head and stared at her the entire time he was there. He didn't make a move or a sound. It was love at first sight and it has remained that way. You can't give anything to Mason without him giving her half. He calls her "Babe". "You want me to get you some fruit snacks, Babe? Wanna paint the mirror with fingernail polish, Babe?"