My son is entranced by his own excrement. Every time he goes poo, he wants to stand up and examine the fruit of his labors. He must look at it. Then try to smell it. Then try to touch it. He freaks out when I finally have to take it upstairs to dunk it in the toilet. I've gone to sneaking it upstairs later when he's forgotten about it.

I find this oddly fascinating. Why would he be so interested in the brown, smelly stuff? I guess it's that old "it's part of me" thinking, though I never experienced that with my older two.

Mason has been this way from the get go. An adventure in opposites, he's always done things differently than his older brother and sister. This consistently throws me for a loop as I don't expect it. He's just been so different, from when he walked to when he wanted to eat "real food".

We're finishing up preparations for Halloween and then we have elections, then the day after is Mace's second birthday. I feel like everything else has kept me so preoccupied that I've not thought about it enough. Maybe Sunday, when the whole trick or treat thing will be behind us I can start preparing.