Author name: Mason Shoma

After my bath, Daddy dries me, lotions me, and dresses me in my pajamas. Before he used to lay me down on the floor, but I didn’t like it that much. I don’t like to be idle. So nowadays he stands me up next to the table. It makes it very easy for him to

After dinner I was happy in my chair and brushing my teeth. I started chatting with Mommy, who was in the kitchen. I was very talkative. Then Daddy started taking a video. Then I became very quiet. I started to talk again a little, but no where near the amount I was talking before. I

It is hard to tell what is going on in the pictures above. I came to visit Daddy and he put me on his lap for a bit. While there I noticed that the arms of his desk chair very soft and chewable. Normally my mouth can’t reach the arms when I stand on the

Mommy made some steamed buns for my snack. It was good practice for me to feed myself, but of course I tried to put too much in my mouth at once. Mommy had to tear it into smaller pieces for me to make sure I didn’t choke on it.

When I sleep, I move around a lot and sleep in a lot of different positions. Usually I sleep on my tummy but sometimes I sleep on my side or back. The weird thing is that I usually sleep up against one of the sides of my crib, or in this case, right in the

We visited Jiiji today. He was working the last couple of times we visited so I wanted to see him. Unfortunately I started off as usual by crying when I saw Jiiji and Baaba. But I calmed down after a bit. Baaba had some strawberries for me, so that helped butter me up. After that

I’ve been surprising Mommy and Daddy by falling asleep in the car lately. I’m usually playing with a toy and then they notice that I’ve gone silent. Mommy leans back and checks on me to find me asleep.

I can climb on the couch, I can stand on the couch, I can reach the rack next to the couch, so my next move is naturally to try and climb the rack. Mommy and Daddy are constantly stopping me from attempting it, but I’ll get my chance someday.

Sometimes I can drink my midnight bottle at the perfect pace that I fall fast asleep after I suck the last drop out of it. It is a very smooth transition back to sleep. It is more impressive that I can sleep so peacefully after the effort and gusto I have when drinking my bottle.

As you know, everything on the coffee table is fair game and you have to expect me to try to grab it. But my arms aren’t quite long enough to reach all the way across it. So I have to side step around the table to bring it into reach. But that is a lot

It was bound to happen. I have a toy that is shaped like a cube and sturdily sits on the floor. It was inevitable that I would use it like a step stool to get to higher places. I’m always thinking of the next step. Just watch out when I learn about stacking!

Recently when I check on Daddy at work I no longer stay under his chair. I stand up next to him and watch what he is doing. And sometimes I express my disapproval of his work.

Yep, I’m a picky boy. That is when it comes to nose picking.

It doesn’t matter if I’m sitting, squatting, or lying down, it is hard for me to poop. I have to push and grunt. My face turns red as it gets all scrunched up. Sometimes it is so hard to poop that I’m brought to tears and cry out in pain. It passes, but I wish

My nails grow really fast so Mommy and Daddy have to cut them almost every week. They don’t want me to scratch myself or others. Sometimes I won’t stay still, but I was a good boy today. I let Daddy cut my nails while I played with his eyeglasses case with one hand.

I found the shelf where Mommy and Daddy keep my dishes and utensils. I thought I hit the jackpot! Then I realized that dishes don’t have food in them unless someone puts food in them. Well, at least I can pretend to eat.