Our little kooky Mason
Now that I am 22 weeks along, I don't even come close to fitting my baby belly into any normal pants. Not even the rubber band trick works anymore. Looks like only elastic waistbands for me for the rest of the year (workin' it, workin' it). I honestly don't mind being pregnant for the most part but the clothes certainly get frumpier and frumpier the farther along you get.
The other day I was washing a pile of dishes when Mason came up behind me, begging for me to come and play. I told him I couldn't but that just got him to beg even more while he clung and tugged on my legs. As he did so, my pants started sagging and he started to giggle like the dickens! After that, he repeatedly pants me for the next thirty minutes while I helplessly stood there with soapy wet gloves while Mason roared with laughter at my expense. Good times....
Mothering certainly can be humbling. Especially when elastic waistbands come into play. Let's just hope that he doesn't remember how easy it is to pants me in public!
3 comments:
that's hilarious! Mason has such an adorable and silly sense of humor.
Hahahaha...that is too funny!!! I'm glad that Aiden has not thought of that yet- I think he and Mason would get along very well :)
Hahaha!! Boy are full of trouble! I am now thankful for my hips that don't quit!!
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