Mason Shoma

With all my flexibility and grace, I think I might have a future in ballet. But first I guess I’m going to have to work on standing up and stuff. But once I can do that, the rest should be easy. What do you think?

Daddy’s attempt to put me to sleep. I find Daddy’s face to be very funny and often laugh when I see him, even when I’m supposed to be going to bed. So this is his solution.

The result: I thought it was a game of peekaboo and got very excited. Back to the drawing board for Daddy.

Mommy can be so goofy sometimes. She does silly things and makes silly sounds that just crack me up. I end up laughing uncontrollably. What a goofball. Daddy said that he was hoping that I’d have at least one normal parent but it ends up that I have two goofballs. To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’ve got this Wolverine hair going. Pretty cool! Now all I need are the claws.

Daddy was playing with me and tickling me and I was having a great time. I was laughing so much that Daddy wanted to video it. I then got distracted by the camera and stopped laughing. When he put it away I was happy again. Then I was sad. Why? I don’t really know. I went through a lot of emotions in that short amount of time.

I’m thinking that I would look quite pretty with long hair. Can you imagine it? Here is a hint of what I might look like. Pretty cute if you ask me.

Daddy’s whiskers grew out again. They grow pretty fast. They start of pokey when they are short, but when the get to a certain length they are long and soft, a little ticklish. When I kiss him on the cheek it feels funny and a bit blissful. “Aaaahhhh, that’s nice!”

Yes, I’m chewing on my hand again. You caught me. I only chew on my hand to calm my nerves. I know it could be a bad habit, but I have it under control. I can stop anytime I want to. I just don’t want to because I don’t need to. Don’t worry, I’m not addicted.

Every so often I am so tired that I can pretty much sleep anywhere. Today I managed to have a really nice nap on my play mat.

It was surprisingly very peaceful. I didn’t even realize that I was no longer being carried.

I even woke up in a good mood. I woke up and found my good friend sea otter down on the mat with me waiting to play.

Naturally, whatever I get my hands on I have to put it in my mouth to see if it is food. So far, none of it is food. Some things taste good and feel good, but no food so far. Today I found Daddy’s glasses case. Guess what. Not food.

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Even though it is definitely not for consumption, my hand is still my favorite thing to put in my mouth. A very tasty and handy chew toy.

It is amazing how different I look at different angles. It is still me, but I have different faces depending on whether I’m lying down, sitting up, being carried or doing tummy time. Take this picture for example. I don’t think I’ve looked like this in any other of my pictures. Interesting.

Without a doubt, I prefer sleeping on Mommy or Daddy to sleeping in my crib. I’m just so much more comfortable on them. I can get a nice long peaceful sleep and drift off into sweet dreams.

Does that title sound right? I don’t mean the content of book is violent. Not at all. My book only has 1 month to 12 months written on it. What I meant to say is that I sometimes treat my book violently. Grabbing it roughly, beating it, tossing it around, and things like that.

My sea otter is still one of my favorite playtime buddies. I love playing with him. I’m not sure he enjoys it as much. I am constantly batting him and slobbering all over him. He hasn’t complained yet, but I’m afraid that one of these days he’s going to stop playing music for me.

I like my naps. They are usually reenergizing and put me in a good mood. But every so often I wake up on the wrong side and I am not in a good mood. I can be quite groggy and a little grumpy. But once my reboot sequence has run its course I’m usually a happy camper again.

I spend most of my day on my play mat or in Mommy or Daddy’s arms. But every so often I like a change. Sometimes I am very comfortable on my changing mat, so Mommy and Daddy let me stay there for a while. I don’t know why I would prefer the changing mat to the play mat. The changing mat has less cushioning and gets all tangled up under me. Still, I guess it is a nice change.

I’m always trying to grab a good book to relax with. The closest book I have only has six pages but it can keep me entertained for hours.

I’m always active. During tummy time, I’m always trying to move forward and crawl around, even though I haven’t figured it out yet.

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When I’m on my playmat I’m reaching, grabbing, and kicking. Always active.

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It was time for my nap, so Daddy carried me and rocked me to sleep. When he was sure that I was in a deep sleep he went to put me down in my crib. The instant my but touched the mattress my eyes flew open. Daddy tried patting me to soothe me, but it didn’t work. I wasn’t fussy or anything. In fact I was in a very playful mood. Not the best time to try and get me to sleep.

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Daddy does some funny and entertaining things. Most of the time I know why it’s funny and entertaining. Other times I have no idea why I’m laughing but he still cracks me up. He just knows how to make me laugh. This morning I was sitting in my Daddy chair and he was just singing absolute nonsense. And I was laughing. Don’t ask me why.