Mason Shoma

Today’s topic of conversation with Daddy was hairstyles and the park. Yeah, they aren’t really related topics. But we made it work.

Since I am getting better at tummy time, I am enjoying it more. It is no longer just exercise. It is actually fun! I can hold my head up for a pretty long time…

…until I can’t.

The important thing is that I don’t give up. It helps that I have a lot support from Mommy and Daddy.

and I am still working hard toward my goal no matter how hard it is! One of these days I will be able to hold my head up high, literally!

Just an after dinner nap. Ahhhhhhh! This is nice!

Today Daddy and I had a chat about a TV show that he and Mommy were watching. I overheard some of what was going on but I wasn’t exactly sure about the story. So I talked to Daddy about it.

Daddy has been doing work at home, so that means that I don’t see him for some blocks of time. I know that he’d rather spend time time with me than do work, but also has to do work to put food on the table. It must be hard to leave a cutie like me. I wanted to spend time with him so I decided to help him with his work today. But I’m ashamed to admit that I wasn’t much direct help, although I was a morale booster. Before long I started to fuss. Daddy had to put on some music for me to entertain me so that he could get some work done. It might not have been the most productive work that he did, but I enjoyed the time a lot!

You might have noticed in earlier videos that not only am I smiling, but I am also laughing a lot too. And you might have noticed that sometimes I have a bit of a goofy laugh as well. Mommy and Daddy have been trying desperately to capture more of it on video since they first heard it. They caught a bit of it today.

I feel that I’m always being watch. And I am. Of course, it is always Mommy and Daddy. But they don’t know that I am also watching them too.

I’m feeling super! Up, up, and away!

The rule for mommies who have babies is that when the baby sleeps the mommy should sleep too. I don’t think it should be that restrictive. If the baby needs a break, that probably means that the mommy needs a break too.

Here I am just relaxing with Mommy. This is so comfy!

No, that title is not describing me. If you have seen any of my videos, you know that I am not slothy. “Slothy” is my sloth friend. He hangs from my play mat and watches me. Now that I’m more active and can control my hands more, I play with him more. Some times I bat playfully and sometimes I grab onto his leg. He is very soft and has a kind smile. Daddy took him down and let me rest with him. I was happy!

I am a very happy boy! Even when I am fussy, cranky, or sad, I think I am still a happy boy. I have a good family and a good life. What more is there? Yep. I am a very happy boy!

I woke up in a good mood and ready to face the day. I got right to my morning exercise routine.

First some limbering up with dynamic stretches.

Then I hit the gym. You can see in my eyes how focused I am.

A bonus part of my morning routine was bright stretching as a mindful cool down with Mommy. Actually I’m supposed to be going down for a nap, but I was not having it. I wanted to play and interact instead.

I often don’t want to sleep in my crib, so I start off on my favorite bed before eventually being put to bed in my crib.

A lot of books recommend reading books to babies before bedtime to develop a bedtime routine and help them get sleepy. I’d like to meet these experts who think that a book would make me sleepy. The book did not make me sleepy, it made me really active and talkative. Story time does not equal sleepy time. But one thing we now know for sure, reading is FUN!

This may not look like an interesting picture, but it if you saw me 10 minutes before you would know why it is interesting. 10 minutes earlier I was facing the other direction. I made a 180 degree turn on my mat. Why? Who knows. Entertainment? Exercise? To get a better view? In any case, it can be seen as a pretty impressive physical accomplishment. Today 180 degree turn, tomorrow crawling!

I have been using my hands more lately. Now I tend to grab things that my hands accidentally touch. Unfortunately, sometimes that means I’m pulling no my long luscious hair. It just happens to enter my hands’ grip and then I pull on it. Not hard enough for it to hurt or come out. But it does look like a really frustrated gesture.

We were at the shopping mall today and decided to have another weigh in session. Naturally, we knew that I got bigger. I’m getting bigger every day. We were a little surprised at how big I got. I am 7415 g (16.34 lbs) pre-feeding and 7535 (16.61 lbs) post-feeding.

Please remember that I am not even three months old. Today I am only 74 days old (2.5 months). My weight puts me into the 98 percentile for my age. My weight would put me in the 50 percentile if I were 5 months old. In summary, I’m a very big boy for my age.

I’m starting to feel sorry for Mommy and Daddy when they carry me. It must be really hard on their arms and backs. I heard that many mothers get carpel tunnel syndrome from carrying their babies. I don’t want Mommy to get hurt, but I can’t control my growth. I guess I could taper back on how much I eat…but I am already a big baby and need a lot of fuel to power this body. I guess I better exercise more to try and drop some of this baby fat.

Whew! Tummy time is a good workout. It’s hard, but I’m starting to see some progress. Not only am I getting better at holding my head up, but I can also look around more.

One of my strengths is my wide range of expressions. Not being able to talk yet is a real bummer, but I do what I can to let Mommy and Daddy how I feel. Along with my cries, coos, calls, and yelps, I let my face mirror my feeling at the time. (Sometimes I kind of exaggerate my expression, just so that there is no misunderstanding.)

Here it is obvious that I want you to know that I’m sad.