Mason

Our son is the sweetest, most handsome, perfect baby that ever was born. He is very loving, has a sense of humor, is nice (most of the time) to our pets, sleeps 12 hours straight at night, puts himself to sleep, and eats just about anything you give him. He is the sweetest, most handsome, perfect baby.

Until he throws a fit.

I mean, some of the tantrums he has are like nothing I have ever seen. This kid can throw his head back so hard that if it hit you in the mouth you might need plastic surgery. He can arch his back and tighten his legs so stiffly that you feel like you might break a bone trying to "bend" him back into cooperation. He can scream so loud that someone may be tempted to call the police because "no baby 'just' screams like that".

Oh, but Mason does.

I can't wait until he gets older, to see what part of his personality these tantrums help to mold. Will it make him sensitive to others? Passionate about his beliefs? Self-motivated? Fiercely loyal? Secure in himself? I hope all of those things. Although sometimes I think I might need to commit myself while raising a toddler, it is also the best part of my life. Because 99.9% (okay, maybe 99.5%) of the time, Mason is the sweetest, most perfectly handsome baby boy.

And I love him with all of my heart and soul.