Mason Shoma

Mommy weighed me today, and I’m happy to say that my sky rocketing weight gain has suddenly plateaued. I am 9510g (20.97 lbs.) fully clothed. About a month ago I was 9210g (20.3 lbs). So that is only a 300g increase compared to about 1kg increase from 3 months old to 4 months old. It is still an increase, but to me (and Mommy and Daddy who have to carry me) my weight has plateaued.

There is this rectangular object in our living room that has a lot of pictures and makes a lot of sounds. Apparently it is called “TV”. Mommy and Daddy play my nursery rhymes and songs on it as they sing to me. And they turn it on for the kids shows in the afternoon. I’m very intrigued by it. I don’t really watch it, but I am aware of it. I hear that too much “TV” is a bad thing. I can see why. From what little I have seen of it, I can see how people can stare at it for a long time. But, before I do that I have to work on sitting up because looking at it from the floor hurts my neck. Ouch!

Most of my daytime naps start off like this. I’m so big and heavy, that Mommy needs to use a baby carrier to carry me for long periods of time. Her poor back is suffering a lot because of my size. Just carrying and rocking me is quite a workout for her, so she needs a rest after I fall asleep.

Once I rolled over the first time, it was easy to do it a second time…and a third, and fourth…let’s just say I’m rolling over all the time now. And I mean all the time. Mommy and Daddy turn away for a second and the next thing they know, I’m on my tummy. I still haven’t mastered crawling, but I’m working on it. But it is hard work. So during my tummy time I need to take tummy breaks, where I lay down my head and rest for a second. That’s the only way for me to rest because I forgot how to roll over from my belly to my back. I’ve got to work on that.

Mommy put me down for awhile to let me relax and have some quiet time. And then she lay down beside me to take a break as well. Daddy saw us taking a break and decided to jump in on the activity (or lack thereof). I guess relaxing is a group effort in this family.

Yep, I’m crying. Why? I don’t know…I’m a baby. I just cry sometimes. I know it is hard for Mommy and Daddy who try to figure out what’s wrong and try to help me calm down, but sometimes I just have to cry for no reason. It’s like baby law or something.

Well, I found my feet. I always knew they were down there, and I’ve seen them time to time, but I finally got a hold of them. I still haven’t figured out what they’re for, though. I kick them around and thump them on the floor, but they don’t seem to be very useful. I don’t know what to do with these things. Hmmm…they might fit in my mouth. I guess that’ll me my next project.

Sometimes it takes me a couple of tries to wake up. I wake up, stir and stretch a bit, and then fall back asleep. Only to wake up again a few minutes (or moments) later in a worse mood than before. Waking up is not my strong point. Come to think of it, neither is going to sleep. Let’s just assume that sleep related activities are going to be tough for me.

I am proud to say that it has been a long time since I cried throughout the night. For the past couple months I’ve slept quite well, waking only for feeding or burping. I easily sleep for 4 hours at a time, but sometimes I can sleep 6 hours before I wake up hungry. When I wake up, it can be in different moods. Sometimes I start crying before I’m awake. Other times I start off with a whimper and slowly raise it to coos and calls until Mommy and Daddy wake up and notice. Other times I thump my bed with my feet without saying a word. Then there are the quiet times. I wake up and stir, but do give any sign that I’m awake. Mommy and Daddy periodically check on me and that’s when I surprise them with this look.

Me, patiently waiting to be fed without telling anyone that I’m hungry or awake.

I can confidently say that I’m a happy boy. I have a great life and a great family. Just realizing that makes me smile and I get really excited. When I get excited I have flail my arms and legs because I have no better way to express that happiness. I rarely see grown ups do that. That’s too bad. I feels great and is very liberating.

My hair is still growing thick and long. Look at it now! Wow! It might be time for a haircut soon.

My sea otter friend and I are usually on good terms. We play together, keep each other company, and listen to each other (I listen to his music and he listens to my coos). But sometimes we fight as friends sometimes do. I think we’re playing and then it turns into a fight.

As usual, I was holding him and gnawing on his limbs. Then he just hit me in the head! I was shocked! You can see it in my expression after I get hit and before I start crying. Though I shed tears, I am not one to back down. So I pulled him toward me, still crying, and continued to gnaw on him again. He again pulled away from be and then kicked me in the forehead. It hurt. More than hurting my head, it hurt my feelings. So I started to get mad at him. I was crying and complaining at him for his betrayal. I was so sad and that is when he decided to kick me in the eye. It was at list point that I just gave up.

My gums are so itchy recently. I was told that this is called “teething”. I don’t like it. I’m drooling all the time all over the place and I have to, and I mean have to, put everything I get my hands on into my mouth to chew on. Aaaaahhh. So itchy!

I don’t get why it took me so long to roll over. It is so easy now. I can’t believe I wasted so much time on my back and side when I could have easily just rolled over. It is so simple now. I just shift my weight and there I am on my belly. Simple.

Mommy and Daddy treated themselves to some good sushi tonight. Usually they order Uber Eats sushi from a 100 yen sushi place. You know those conveyor belt sushi places. But the decided to splurge and get sushi from a higher end place. I must admit that the spread looked really good. I even made a grab for the uni. Mommy and Daddy are now worried about when I’m old enough to eat real food because of my expensive tastes.

As I get bigger, I have to start preparing to eat solid foods. But before I do that, I have to practice using a spoon. So we started that practice today. My first spoonful ended up running down my chin, but I got the hang of eating with a spoon very quickly. We were practicing with formula, but I think I’m ready for the real stuff. I heard that we’ll be taking things slow and that there is a long drawn out process to transition to solid foods. But I’m ready to go. I watch Mommy and Daddy eat real food and I can’t help but smack my lips waiting for the day when I can eat real food too. For today, it was just formula in a spoon.

I used to fall asleep during holoholo. The vibrations of the stroller used to put me to sleep but recently I stay up to look out at the world. There are so many things to look at!

My whole body is covered with softness. My arms, legs and cheeks are like daifuku mochi. I can’t blame Mommy and Daddy for always chewing on my arms and legs. Being eaten alive is just a part of being this cute!