for the past month or so, mason has been learning about hiding. hiding balls, spoons, various objects, and of course, himself. it started with a couple of toys, which he would hide behind his back or under his shirt. he "hides" the object, then our dialogue goes something like this...
mason: "ball? where is it?" (with his hands lifted into the why position)
mommy: "i don't know, mason. what happened to it?"
mason: "i don't know. where is it?"
mommy: "is it missing?"
mason: "oh no! it's gone" (with his hands on either side of his face to emphasize the oh no!)
mommy: "is it in your shoe?"
mason: "no-o-o-o"
mommy: "is it in your pocket?"
mason: "no-o-o-o"
mommy: "is it under your shirt?" (where i can clearly see the ball poking out and his hand holding it in place)
mason: (lifting the shirt while keeping the ball hidden) "no-o-o-o"
mommy: "it's not under your shirt? then what's that?" (pointing to the big lump)
mason: (gasp) "ball!!" (then burst into giggles)
when he hides himself, he runs, finds a spot, then yells out, "mommy! h-i-d-i-n-g!" followed by a stream of giggles. i love it that he announces he's hiding so i can go look for him. soon enough, i'm sure he'll be hiding from me
without letting me know and i'll be panicking because i have no idea where he is. it will make me cherish these moments even more.
mason is at such a cute age right now (despite the typical two-year old struggles to be in charge) and i hate that i've been so busy trying to keep my head above water to write down all these stories. rather than dwell on that, i think i'll just relish in the fact that this one is captured. ;)