Mason speak

One morning, while I was feeding Ian I looked over to find Mason sitting in the swing.

Earlier that same morning he snuck into the exersaucer when I stepped into the kitchen. I don't know how he climbed into it without making a ton of noise.
(Notice his pj top and bottoms don't match - he likes to pick out what he wears to bed.)

Wearing one of Ian's infant hats while reading a magazine.

Mason's vocabulary is growing exponentially these days, and even if he can't correctly articulate the words he gets his point across. I have become the Mason-speak interpreter. Just a few examples:

hair poo = shampoo
bear pooh = Pooh bear
cov = blankie
fat pat = Batman
bat pat = backpack
bubba = bubbles
Blue's clue = anything blue
faawk = fork (this one drew a lot of attention and a lot of stares in public but he is beginning to put the "R" in there now)
quash = squash = anything solid Ian is eating
want bite sip = I want what you're having.
Milehk = Miles

One word the boys refuses to say (will have a meltdown if asked to say it) - "Please."
Mason: "Wanna bite."
Mom: "Say please."
Mason: "Noooooo." as he covers his face with both hands, and slumps over.
Mom: "Say please, and you can have a bite. All you have to do is say please."
Mason: "Wanna sip."
Mom: "Say please."
He covers his face again and begins to melt, sobbing as if I have taken away his favorite toy.
When that doesn't work, we move on to -
Mason: "Wanna hold." (meaning let me just hold it then)
Mom: "You can have a bite, just say 'please.'
Mason: "Noooooooo."
We know he can say it, it has just become a battle of wills at this point, and neither of us will concede.

He is also very much into saying, "No way" when asked to do something. I'm guessing he picked this up at the church nursery because we don't really say this at home.
Mom: "Gran C is on the phone. Do you want to talk to her?"
Mason: "No way!"

We're potty training right now, and while we've been doing very well we have some days that are better than others. This was a rather difficult day.
Mom: "Let's go potty."
Mason: "No way!"
Mom: "Yes, let's go potty."
Mason: "Bring book."
Mom: "Ok, you can read your book while you potty."
He sits on the potty chair for several minutes looking at his book.
Mason: "I done." as he gets up from potty chair
Mom: "You didn't potty. Try to go potty for me."
Mason: "I done."
Mom: "Ok, let's put your pants back on."
Mason: "Wanna see big truck." (which is actually a jeep on his Cars pullups)
I show him the big truck, and he tries to put his pull up on backwards.
Mom: "The big truck goes on the back."
Mason: "Front."
Mom: "No, it goes on the back. You can't wear your pants backwards."
He reluctantly puts on pants.
15 minutes later I see him tugging at his crotch
Mom: "Mason are you poo poo?"
Mason: "No, I tee tee."
I check his pants, and discover that he, indeed, is wet.
Mom: "Tell Momma when you have to go potty. Let's go sit on your potty chair."
Daddy: "Mason, only babies tee tee in their pants. I thought you were a big boy. Are you a big boy or a baby."
Mason: "I a baby!"
Mom: "Come on, Mason, let's go sit on the potty chair again."
Mason: "No way!"