Mason’s 2014 Year in Review

 

This year you turned four and turned heads when you were riding your bike without training wheels halfway through the summer. You played soccer and tee-ball and may not have known that you were actually playing either sport. You took a gymnastics class and played the field as the only boy in the class. You became pals with Camryn and taught her one of her first words: Toot. You are constantly exercising your talent of making obscene noises at inappropriate times. You know the words to—and can be caught singing— “You are my Sunshine,” and “Drunk on a Plane.” Speaking of planes: You think you are Dusty Crophopper. You have blades, a propeller, an engine that constantly “runs,” tires that need changed, and are always looking to be topped off on fuel. You are a fidgety little guy, and sit still only when you are playing on our phones. You are a tech-junkie and have asked us to pause the TV, the movie, and the toaster. You took two trips to Iowa this year without parents and had a blast. You like armpit tickles, wearing sleeveless “gymnastics shirts,” and camping out. You do not like sharing. That makes you scream. You have taught us that kisses and bandages heal all of your wounds, except once when you scraped your face big time when you fell off your bike. In that case, cinnamon rolls and bacon was the winning combo. You can cry at the drop of a dime, but have a very real fear of water touching your face. Go figure. You swim only in the trusted hands of Joe Pa but would prefer eating a Popsicle poolside any day of the week. It takes you an hour to eat dinner, but you can scarf down a waffle in five minutes flat. Milk and potatoes make you gag. That has been noted. You logged distance on a train, a fire truck, a snowmobile, and a slip-n-slide. Tractor pulls aren’t your thing, and you prefer to sled down a hill by rolling with your body. You saw a circus under the big top, a movie at the theater, and a neighborhood house fire. You like to have videos made of you doing nothing in particular, and are capable of changing your pose with every click of a camera. You are a camera ham. Feeding a goat at the petting zoo made you laugh, and the things you say make us laugh. Your halo is held up by your devil horns—a balanced combination of who you are. Sweet. Ornery. Mason.