Mason Shoma

It seems that my eyelashes are continually growing. Look how pretty they are. It almost looks like fake lashes. Trust me, they are real. I grow them myself.

I still am not fond of sleeping on my own, especially when I have to be put down on my back. Mommy and Daddy have tried all kinds of methods to put me down. They tried to ease me down, they tried to do it quickly, they tried to swaddle me first then put me down, and they even tried rolling me over off of them. Nothing seems to work. This is another such effort. Daddy I putting me down in stages. Here he is let me get used to my but touching the couch before he lets my back touch down. Since he is holding me with both hands, the only way to support our weight is with his face. FYI, it didn’t work and I woke up crying immediately. Thanks for the attempt, Daddy.

One of the happiest times of my day is right after I’ve been fed. My tummy is full and I’m very content. It is also a great chance to be close to Mommy. It is so comfy I don’t want to move.

Aaagh! Daddy lost part of his face! What happened to all of his whiskers? I vaguely remember a time when I was younger when he didn’t have whiskers, but for the past month and a half he has always had whiskers. And they kept increasing. Where did they go?

Oh. This just in. Daddy shaved for returning to work (from working from home for more than a month) and job interview. Hmmm. I’m not sure which I like better. His whiskers were indeed pokey, but I kind of liked how scratchy they were. And they also styled my hair really well. This may take some time to get used to.

My new doggy friends seem to have accepted me into their pack. Or maybe they are ganging up on me and getting ready to eat me. I hope they aren’t hungry.

Life is not only sunshine and rainbows. Like all people, I can’t possibly be happy all the time. We all have bad days. Today was a good day, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t bad moments. It’s nice to know that no matter how sad or worried I am, Mommy and Daddy are always there to pick me up. I’m sad, but definitely happy too!

Hi!

I’m either in a deep sleep or undergoing a system update.

*Downloading update files…

I have some new friends! I remember seeing them around in the house, but they always kept their distance. Maybe they wanted to give me space or were just waiting until I was big enough to play with them. I think I’m big enough now.

They are pretty playful. They seem very interested in me. They get everywhere, but at least they are freindly!

I’m very happy! Do you want to know why? Tummy time has finally paid off. I can hold my head up high and long! It is a whole new world out there and I’m finally seeing it under my own strength. Next thing you know I’ll be crawling all over the place!

Look out world, here I come!

I love nursing! It is not only nourishing, but also mentally and emotionally rejuvenating. Some days it seems that all I do besides sleep, pee, and poo is nurse. And even when I am doing the other things, I am most likely thinking about nursing. Sometimes I dream about nursing when I fall asleep right after nursing. Nursing is always on my mind.

Not every day goes the way I want it to. So I often have to let Mommy and Daddy know that I am not happy. Before, I would do that with full-throttle wails! I still visit that option from time to time, but for the most part I opt for energy saving whimpering. I don’t want to waste energy crying when soft whimpering will get me more sympathy.

This is how Daddy takes care of me in the morning. A different parenting method than usual. Still, it works.

Now that I’m doing better sleeping at night, pretty steady 3 hour stretches, I wake up with a lot of energy. Sometimes that energy goes into crying and fussing, and sometimes that energy is more positive. Today I used that energy to warm up and get ready to face the day! I guess this is what you would call waking up on the right side of the bed.

My hand has become my chew toy. I have been chewing on it more and more these days. It could be to soothe myself, or it could be because I’m teething. Or it might be because I don’t know what else I’m suppose to do with my hand. There are two things that I discovered while chewing on my hand: 1) I can pretty much fit my entire fist in my mouth; 2) It doesn’t taste half bad. The only down side to chewing on my hand (besides the unlikely event of biting off one of my tiny fingers) is that everything I touch after that becomes wet and gross. Ewww!

Unfortunately, my new chew toy does not work miracles. In most situations it can soothe me, but sometimes it is just not enough. If I’m hungry or not happy it just doesn’t work.

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.