Mason Shoma

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.

I tried to sit in my chair for dinner again tonight, but I was not happy. I was kicking and pounding my table quite aggressively. I was like an unpleased chairman of the board.

Mommy and Daddy had to take me out of my chair because I was possibly hurting myself. I had red marks on my legs after all the kicking. As you can see I am still working on my table manners.

The nice thing about tummy time is that I can play with my doggies at the same level. It is much easier for me talk to them like this when I can see them eye to eye.

It think it is easier for them too. This i what I look like from their point of view.

I don’t like to brag, but did I mention that I participated in the long jump at the Tokyo Olympics? It probably wasn’t televised because it is a fairly unknown division of under 4-month-old athletes. I did pretty well. I didn’t beat my all-time record, but I did have the best results in my class. Not bad for a baby with no shoes and competing in his diapers.

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On a completely separate note, here are some pictures of me getting my diaper changed. Remember, they are totally unrelated and have absolutely nothing to do with the picture above.

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The photos from my 100th Day photo shoot are in. And I gotta say, they look GREAT!

I was playing with Daddy and he decided to mix things up a bit and played with me upside down. I don’t me that he dangled me upside down by my feet, (although that does sound like something I would like). I mean that he played with me from my head side. It was fun!…until it wasn’t.

One of my two favorite places to be.

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