Author name: Mason Shoma

I was born with a full head of hair and I’m very proud of it. It makes me look more mature. I’m not even a month old and I have had a few hair style changes. You saw my antenna and salaryman look. This is my spiky look.

Even when sleeping, or drowsy, I am very entertaining. I’m rarely ever completely still. I’m often making noises, moving my hands and feet, and like in this case rocking side to side, almost rolling over. All of this is unintentional. Imagine how much I’ll be able to move when I put my mind to it.

Sometimes joins in on all the posing fun!

This was not intentional. I did not mean to show my midriff. It is just that sometimes when I stretch while being held the snaps at the bottom of the clothes pop off and my clothes work their way up. I’m literally getting too big for my britches. Mommy and Daddy purposefully held off on

I’m starting to learn more about photography, especially camera angles. There are many unflattering camera angles that can really change the way you look. Did you know if you take a selfie from a low angle that it can make you look chubby? Here is my proof that camera angle can change how you look.

I try to do some tummy time every day. My effort and success during tummy time varies. One thing that seems to be reoccurring is my farts. All that abdominal flexing leads to inadvertent gas passing. Excuse me.

Since I can’t talk yet, it is hard for me to express my feelings. Right now, the way I express my feelings is by crying or not crying. That’s it. That’s all I’ve got. I also make some grunts and coos, but those are not really to express myself yet. It’s just something to do.

*Yes, this may not be a good sleeping habit to develop, but we are all doing our best. No judgment, please.

As I mentioned before, I do a lot of posing when I sleep. Here is a very unintentionally sexy pose. And here is a slightly less sexy pose.

Ewww. That’s kind of gross. I was not even aware that I drooled. I’m proud to say that I’m not a very drooly baby. I have no need for bibs because I don’t drool or spit up. Or at least I thought I didn’t.

One of my two favorite places to be.

It is hard for Daddy to leave me and Mommy to go to work. I mean just look at me. I’m surprised that he hasn’t called in sick or scooped me up and brought me to work with him. *Daddy note: I’ve thought about it.

It’s not very often that Mommy and Daddy can sit down and have a meal together. What I mean is, even though they have meals together, it is not very often that I let both of them sit down. Usually one of them has to stand up carrying me. But sometimes I’m nice and am

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s SuperMason!!!

I’m turning into quite a little climber. I heard that Daddy was also a climber when he was a baby. However, he started climbing after he could stand on his own two feet. I’m starting now, before I can even crawl. The weird thing is that I haven’t quite worked out how to use my

Daddy: Hey, Mason. What’s up? What are you looking at? Mason: I think Mommy is running out of juice. Daddy: No, she isn’t. I just bought a new carton. It’s in the fridge. Mason: No, I mean, I think she is really tired. You know, running on fumes, wiped out, worn out, drained,…pooped. Daddy: What

I move so much when I’m in my chair that I slide down to the very edge. I don’t fall off, but I do get a good ab workout. These are some killer leg lifts.

I worked on my neck and legs today. My gym doesn’t have a lot of fancy equipment. We like to keep it raw, so I workout with a cushion. Hey, it is not as easy as it sounds. Just because the cushion is soft, it doesn’t mean it isn’t hard! I’m getting really good at