Author Archives: Mason Shoma

I heard that some grownups have a “good side” when taking pictures. I still haven’t found mine, but I now understand that my face can change a lot at different aggles.When you have luscious cheeks like mine, you are at the mercy of gravity.

I hear that grownups have a hard time waking up in the morning because they are so comfortable in their beds and don’t want to get up. I understand the feeling. Sometimes I find myself on Mommy or Daddy in the morning, because of a rough night, and I definitely don’t want to wake upContinue reading “Good morning!”

Recently I’ve been looking around a lot more and locking on to things. The most common targets of my long gazes are Mommy and Daddy. When they talk to me and play with me I just stare at them. If one of them walks by I lock on to them. My stares can be unsettlingContinue reading “Here’s looking at you”

Besides just staring at myself in my play mat mirror, I actually play on my play mat as well. Most of my playing is unintentional as I flail my arms and legs and accidentally hit the little toys hanging from it. But it is still a lot of fun! Just look at me go!

I’m not vain or anything. I just like looking at myself. I’m objectively interested in the idea of reflections in a mirror. I like the interaction of my play mat, so that’s why I keep staring at the mirror. So, this is me still checking myself out.

Okay, I know I’m a big baby, but this is getting ridiculous. I’m growing so fast that we had to pick up some new clothes for me. We decided to go one size up and buy clothes for 6-month-old babies. Here I am, not even 2 months old, with my 6-month-old size rompers nearly burstingContinue reading “Sizing”

It’s been well established that I am a cute baby. There is a no doubt and no argument there. But, the question is, could I be cuter? Perhaps with long hair? Well, we didn’t have any extra long hair just lying about, so we simulated some long hair with a towel. What’s the verdict? Cuter?Continue reading “Cuter?”

I’m still a pretty young baby, and that means that I can’t hold my head up very well yet. I’m doing my tummy time to work toward that ability, but at the moment my neck stability is not that reliable. So that means that when I try to hold my head up and am doingContinue reading “Wobbly head”

I’ve been gnawing on my fist a lot recently. At first I was sucking on it, kind of to soothe myself and also to give a not-so-subtle hint to Mommy and Daddy that I’m hungry. But nowadays, more than sucking on it, I kind of gnaw on it. And it is not only when IContinue reading “Fist gnawing”

When I on my play mat, I’m am usually doing one of two things: staring at myself in the mirror or moving my arms and legs. When I say “moving my arms and legs” I don’t mean an arm raise here and casual kick there. I mean that I am constantly moving my arms andContinue reading “Play mat calisthenics”

Whoopsie. I was in a pretty comfortable position and slid off. Oh well. This is pretty comfy too. Hmmm. Maybe I’ll just stay here for a while.

I was waking from my nap, still a bit groggy, and realized that I was really hungry. So, naturally, I started foraging for food. That’s when I heard Daddy’s voice say, “Wrong breast, buddy.” Oops! Wrong parent.

You’ve seen how active I am on my mat. Most of the time I am quite hyper while exercising on my mat. But that is not always the case. Sometimes I take it easy. I have an almost lazy exercise session.

We went to the park today. It was the first time I was there with Mommy. We were doing research on all the things we can do and play when I get bigger. I can’t wait! I just think that the park is a bit too sunny for me right now. But someday I’m goingContinue reading “At the park with Mommy”

I was in the middle of changing my clothes to go out and I was put down on my mat. It is a completely different experience. Not only could I feel the different fabrics on my back, but I felt a lot cooler. The humidity of summer is getting to me. Wearing nothing but diapersContinue reading “Mid change”

Like I mentioned earlier, I just can’t get enough of myself. I just stare at myself in the mirror on my play mat. Daddy tried to video my point of view, but couldn’t quite capture it. But you get the idea.