Tailgating, Mason is 21 Months, Random Tyler bit

Well, I missed Mason’s 21 month birthday :( It came and went during Labor Day weekend, when we went up to stay with my parents and attend the VT vs. Boise State football game at FedEx Field. What a disappointment (the game, not the visit)!

I did get to see some of my friends from college, we tailgated for 7 hours before the game, while my parents graciously cared for the boys during the day/evening. Lots of fun was had until we lost the game:
When we got back to my parents house late that night, this is what we found:

So, now is as good a time as any to write my monthly letter to Mason!

Dear Mason,

You are 21 months old, but you look and act older than 2 years. You are talking SO well, very clearly pronouncing many sounds and words. Your favorite saying, right now, is, “Awesome!” which sounds like, “Awthum!”

You can recognize almost all of the letters of the alphabet (you have trouble with C, L, and V) but you pronounce each letter so well!

You are starting to speak in 2 and 3 word sentences. You’ll say things like, “Here, Mommy,” “Juice, please,” “My turn, now” or, “What happened?” Many things that Tyler or I say, you say, too, in the correct context.

You can go up and down stairs without crawling or sitting down, as long as you are holding on to a wall, railing, or grown-up :) You can jump up and down on both feet, and you climb up every piece of furniture you can (before Mommy tells you to get down).

You (unfortunately) like watching TV shows with Tyler. Right now, your favorite shows are Thomas the Train, Dora, the Little Einsteins, and the Super Mario Brothers.

You weigh just over 30 lbs, and are 33 inches tall. Your shoe is size 9.5, (red sneakers to match Tyler’s red sneakers).


Random Tyler Bits:

We’ve read How the Grinch Stole Christmas a few times this year, and in the book the Who’s serve “roast beast” during Christmas dinner. The drawing of the “roast beast” looks just like a roast turkey. So, when Tyler sees a picture of a roast turkey or even when I buy rotisserie chicken, he calls it “roast beast.”