Author name: Mason Shoma

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.

Daddy likes to carry me and play with me in thrilling ways! He makes it feel like I’m at an amusement park riding all kinds of different rides. But it must be physically hard on him to lift this 10kg baby. So he needs some time to recover in between “rides”. Today I noticed that

Since I always look so interested in Daddy’s computer chair, Daddy let me sit there for a bit. I liked it a lot! But once Daddy ask me to try do some work I found other things to do. Just because I’m interested in Daddy’s work it doesn’t mean I want to do it.

Caught in the act! Wait, I’m not doing anything wrong. Why do I look so guilty? Maybe because I was thinking about doing something bad. So maybe not “caught in the act”, but more like “caught in the thought”.