Scott and I have always agreed that we would hold off getting any pets as long as possible. We knew the day would come when Mason would beg for a pet of some sort, and we would eventually give in. But last week Scott turned on me. He decided it would be fun to get Mason hermit crabs and after he got Mason all excited about it I caved in and agreed. Why hermit crabs? They are pretty much the most low maintenance pets and they don't smell or make messes. Plus, there is an episode of Dinosaur Train that is one of Mason's favorites where they meet a hermit crab named Henry and learn all about him. So off we went to the pet store to get our first pets. 
Mason wanted this little guy to be his Henry. It was a great pick. Henry is fearless and very active. Perfect for Mason. 
He picked this baby one for Brynn. Since its shell looks like a giraffe he named him Melman. I'm a little worried about Melman. This picture honestly might be the only time we have seen him out of his shell. He's a wee little guy and appears to be very very scared, even of the other crabs. Poor little Melman. 
Scott was so excited he couldn't leave without picking out a big ole' Daddy one for himself. Mason named him Buddy. He is massive compared to the others. He is very active and a little bit of a bully to the others. He claimed the little house we made them right away, but I think Henry has grown on him because now Buddy lets him share the space. 
Mason loves to hold them. It still makes me a little queasy. 
He is learning how to be gentle when he holds them and we have only had one incident when he accidentally launched Henry. We cannot get them out when Brynn is awake because she goes crazy trying to get them and I'm pretty sure that would not end well for anyone involved.
Mason wanted this little guy to be his Henry. It was a great pick. Henry is fearless and very active. Perfect for Mason. He picked this baby one for Brynn. Since its shell looks like a giraffe he named him Melman. I'm a little worried about Melman. This picture honestly might be the only time we have seen him out of his shell. He's a wee little guy and appears to be very very scared, even of the other crabs. Poor little Melman. Scott was so excited he couldn't leave without picking out a big ole' Daddy one for himself. Mason named him Buddy. He is massive compared to the others. He is very active and a little bit of a bully to the others. He claimed the little house we made them right away, but I think Henry has grown on him because now Buddy lets him share the space. Mason loves to hold them. It still makes me a little queasy. He is learning how to be gentle when he holds them and we have only had one incident when he accidentally launched Henry. We cannot get them out when Brynn is awake because she goes crazy trying to get them and I'm pretty sure that would not end well for anyone involved. It's kind of fun having pets, we'll see how long they last.
Mason went to the dentist for the first time last week. Am I late taking him? Our family dentist and pediatrician said to start at 3, but now other people are telling me they take their kids to a pediatric dentist a lot younger. I guess I don't feel too bad because Mason got an A+ for great teeth. He amazed me with how good he was to sit in the chair, open his mouth really big, and let them clean his teeth. I was so proud of him. He acted so calm and cooperative but every muscle in his arms and legs were flexed the entire time showing how nervous he really was. He was excited to show the dentist where his tooth fell out. I was glad to hear that everything looks perfect in his mouth and he shouldn't have any residual damage from his accident. The dentist did ask if Mason had any trouble talking....uhh, definitely not...because apparently he is slightly tongue tied, meaning the cord underneath his tongue attaches too close to the tip of his tongue making it difficult to form certain sounds. He doesn't seem to be having a problem but we will most likely be getting that clipped before he starts preschool. The best part is both kids got new toothbrushes which renews their excitement for brushing their teeth. Mason likes to brush his own teeth, but it's often a battle for him to let us have our turn brushing them with the "spicy (minty) big boy toothpaste". But he always caves in the end when we tell him his teeth are yellow and we need to make them sparkly white. Brynn absolutely loves us to brush her teeth. Anytime we get Mason's toothbrush out Brynn goes crazy until it's her turn. And it's a good thing since she already has 8 teeth with 2 more ready to pop through any day now. 
Quick story to explain the ugly cake. I quickly decorated the cake Sunday after church while Brynn was napping and Scott and Mason were playing downstairs. It didn't take as much time as I planned so I decided to go sneek a quick nap before we had to leave for the party. Mason wanted to come and see what I was doing and Scott didn't know I was laying down so he just sent Mason up. On his way to find me he found the cake on the counter and proceeded to lick all the frosting off the cake. I woke up and came out to find my birthday boy's face, hands, and shirt covered in black frosting and a bare cake. I can only blame myself since I had let him have at his dinosaur train cake remains after the party and I hadn't set new limits with this cake yet. I barely had any frosting left and only about 10 minutes until we needed to leave so I slapped some frosting on and called it good. Not my finest work, but a memory none-the-less. 
I asked him if he had gone potty all by himself, assuming it had just been a routine bathroom run. He hung his head as he confessed, "yeah, I got some poop on my underwear. But it's okay, I put the poop in the toilet and washed my underwear and got clean Lightning McQueen underwear on, see". He lifted his shirt to reveal a pair of clean underwear around his waist with both of his legs through one hole. The little stinker had pooped in his underwear and had tried to destroy all the evidence so he wouldn't get in trouble, and had it not been for some backward pants and a pair of soaking wet underwear on the laundry room floor, he might have gotten away with it.