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Morrison and Ox, 11 months.

I did it myyyyyyyyy waaaaaaaaaaay!

That will be his anthem. Crawling, in the traditional sense has been replaced by much more hilarious side bum scoot-crawl method. Much like his mother did! Fast? You betcha sweet breakable things within arms reach he is!

Everyone comments, what a happy, content little boy. And, they’d be right. He is. Happy. Content. Why wouldn’t he be? His every whim is catered to, every day! I’d be friggen happy and content too! In fact, let’s try it. I’ll wait…

STATS

Cruising the 11kg (22lbs) mark and stretching out to around 76cm (30″) tall.  Still perusing the adult section at the milliners and getting towards that end for shoes.  Can we say, ‘clod hopppers’? Mo’s finally growing those curls his brother brandishes so wildly and his hair IS lightening up a smidge. He’s got too many teeth to count so just be warned, don’t put yer fingers in his mouth to retrieve your car keys. And because he won’t crawl, in the conventional sense he does spend a  lot of time landing on each side of his massive forehead as he takes a fast corner. It seems he is permanently sporting two bruises, either side of his face in various stages of grey/yellow/black. It’s quite festive!

And just cause I love it, here’s a pic of Mo being held by Papa. Rumour has it, they are the same species!

Here’s his brothers page, at the same age. Mo weighs more but they’re about the same height. Spike was more mobile but Mo is louder! And as you can see, both so cute as to relegate any other children to the retarded lumps category. I know it may seem unfair (to other retarded lumps) but I’m just here to report the facts, Ma’am.

Now that big brother, Spike goes to kinder two mornings a week, Mo and I get some alone time. It’s so much fun - especially if I can get him down to nap - just me and the mini demolition derby in a nappy. I could smooosh his perfect, round face into a million pieces.

He still loves Ox (seen above) and is sure to gnaw Mr Cullen’s (giraffe - his only two eyed toy!) antlers off, any day now.  Stanhope (his myopic, three ‘legged’ mini ugly doll) also gets a good sucking.  He loves anything that makes a noise and is adept at making anything, make noise.  I reckon he could raise a din with a bag of cotton balls.

This be his latest trick. Overnight he’s decided he loves to stand up and move.  It wont be long… won’t be long til I can send him to the shops to buy me a bottle or two of wine.  You’ll see. (and yes, his father called him, “Spike”. We ALL call him Spike at least once a day.)

Mo’s Mumma xxxo

10 months and growing!

Mo and Ox, ten months.

Mo’s outgrown the Jumperoo! It’s more like a baby catapult at this point, so he’s graduated to the Sesame Street Walker or Sesame Street Tank and Combination Snow Plow. True, we are bereft of snow here in Melbourne, so let’s call it a Furniture Plow. A Family Plow. A HIgh Performance Demolition Ball! We are a unit of skinned toes and banged-up shins. He calls me, “Bruisy”.

When he’s not ‘confined’ by Australian Safety Standard meeting plastic, he’s on the floor tearing around on his Lazy Susan belly and commando elbows and toes. He’s fast. Loud and fast! Having recently discovered the reflective kick plate of the oven he usually bee lines for the kitchen to talk to himself. Unfortunately the oven has a hidden shelf that is opened by kicking it in the right spot, or it seems, by talking to yourself so enthusiastically that a baby high five will eventually reveal the dusty inner sanctum. And as a note for those playing at home - the wild gesticulator does NOT like being taken away from this discovery.

STATS

Having been given the All Clear by Dr Patrick Lo at RCH, “he’s just got a massive head… like your husband.” Mo just gets bigger, heavier and longer. Up over 11kgs (22lbs), around 74cm (29″) and look, let’s just forget about measuring his head ok? His brother’s 2yr old hats don’t fit him… the kid’s ALL noggin!

He’s discovered food and thinks it’s A-Ok. He’ll eat an interesting array of different things, kilos of mashed spud, pumpkin and vegemite. Raw beans, cruskits, also by the kilo and the meat out of Daddy’s Vietnamese rice paper roll. Loves yoghurt, weetbix and pureed fruit and the other day had his first ice cream in a cone. HILARIOUS!

He really is a joyous little booger.  Turns himself inside out when he sees Daddy come home from work. Will try to shake himself loose from your grip when he sees Nana and has a similar reaction to a full bath/pool!  I guess he’ll start cruising the furniture next and then, walking. I’m in NO hurry. You stay a baby a little longer thanks, Mr Big Noise.  Oh and please continue to sleep through the night!!

Mo’s Mumma xxxx

Nine months and all is - huge!

Mo and Ox, 9 months.

Life is pretty good in Mo World. Don’t be fooled by the above photo, he’s not exactly doing a walk-a-thon (although, if he does hit you up - per lap - it’s a pretty good proposition) but he is straining those drumsticks of his into holding his bulk.  Still not crawling either but has a roll/commando-typ crawl under control.  Suffice to say, the warehouse is being razed little by little.  You know, until he is in his walker - then it’s Demolition Derby time.  Holy crap, it is ever!

I got a funny email from my cousin a couple of weeks back.  She says (of her 12mth old bruiser of a child) “just as you planned, Bobby has smashed the 12 month old plasma screen with the maracas his favourite cousin got him for his birthday.” And we laaaaughed! First up, the maracas were for his sister, Edie, the pink father boa was for Bob.  Secondly, our new plamsa screen is at optimum baby smashing height too!  Good lord!  Morrison is going to have to live with Bob and Edie!!

I’m gonna miss the little booger.  Hmm, maybe we could just hobble him a bit? Anyone got a paediatric block and tackle laying about?

No actual stats to report this month, I just know my ‘tendinitis’ is getting worse and my back screams at me in the morning when I try to lug him out of bed.  He loves loves loves his brother and the two have already started rough-housing.  Spike’s winning, for now. He won’t be doing himself any favours if he starts getting cocky about his win record.

Mo’s first Xmas passed by in a haze of wrapping paper and toy trains. He also scored a little ride on bike thingy that he quite likes ripping apart. Such a sweet kid. He’s all coos and 6-toothed dribbly grins.  He’s waving and saying, MumMumMum.

But I am serious about the telly.  He wrecks that and it’s off to Hidden Valley he goes…

Mo’s Mum xxxx

Eight months, with Ox.

Wow, this kid just keeps getting bigger.  Soon, you’ll be able to see him from the moon!

Here’s his brother at the same age. WAY more mobile. less teeth.  About as vocal and not far behind, size wise.

STATS
Creaking the scales at an impressive 9690gms (21.3lbs) stretching to 71cm long (28″) & new enormo head measurement of 50cm! (19.6″)  Way way WAY off the charts… (here’s hoping he’s following his own trajectory!)

All bar a bad night, he’s still sleeping through the night (bless ‘im) loves hanging out in the high chair, banging his gavel and demanding more rusks to strip. Still not real fussed about solid food - except yoghurt and pumpkin. Not together, although we could try that! He is in love with his giraffe, who finally has a name, Mr. Cullen because Sean Cullen has been amusing us ALL with his tweets.  What a Canadian nutbag! And Ox, of course. He sleeps with Ox wedged under his belly (so he can’t roll on his face!) and he loves loves loves Spike’s old Pig which lives at Nana’s. He squeals when he sees it and crams it snout in his mouth. We pretend not to notice…

He’s rolling around everywhere. Gets caught under the coffee table or up agains the couch. Is pretty much sitting up on his own now, still has a tendency to launch himself backwards/forwards/sideways without a moments notice so he is mostly surrounded by bolsters or one of us. Has started having very emphatic conversations, lots of shaking fists and LOUD ooooo noises! You’d best pay attention.

Morrison had his first Thanksgiving - he eyed off the turkey leg bone like it was some kind of prize - and enjoyed some pumpkin. And now we’re gearing up for his first Xmas, he couldn’t care less!  He just remains as cute as pair of Vivienne Westwood boots, as loud as an air raid siren and completely ours.

Mo’s Mumma, Daddy and big brother, Spike  xxoo

Seven Months, with Ox.

‘ullo Big Boy. ‘ullo Big LOUD boy!

Here’s a link to my brother, Spike at the same age. I’m bigger and have more teeth but he was more mobile. WAAAY more mobile. I’m enjoying the whole being carried around and coddled phase. I’m also MUCH better at sleeping than he was; this makes me their favourite.

Mo’s started eating baby food and has declared himself to be not too fond of the sweet stuff, except custard (although that’s more milky thick than fruity sweet). He loves carrots and pumpkin (we can’t get smooshed peas here but I’m pretty sure he’d dig ‘em) and yesterday he tried ‘bangers n mash’ which he thought was pretty great! He’s a maniac for a rusk and will strip that bad boy in no seconds flat with his two vicious front fangs.

His favourite toys are, his giraffe who has no name and is excellent to chew on. His car keys, which he loves to chew on and Ox… whom he loves to chew on (I’m detecting a pattern here) most things end up in this kids mouth. So, if you’ve lost something, drop us a line.

Although he doesn’t want to hold his own body weight up in a sitting position, he does prefer this vista. Ergo, the Jumperoo and his brother’s old walker are great places to be! He can scoot that walker backwards, alllll over the joint! He IS rolling over now but doesn’t like to be on his stomach for very long - it’s probably too much effort to hold his giant head up! We have a follow up appointment at the children’s hospital for another head measure in February - if he’s still WAY off chart but following his own curve, that will be the end of it but if it’s just growing like a giant pumpkin they will want to MRI his noggin. That means a general anaesthetic so Mumma is very much against this whole adventure. Otherwise, all is well. He is the decibel machine, full of drool and noise! Loves his brother and the feeling is mutual.

Our two boys.

Mumma and Daddy xxxx

Not so much frogs, snails or puppy dogs tails.

More drool, mess and a non-harmonious or discordant group of sounds!

Aint they, bliss?

The Ratbags’ Mother xxoo

Six months, with Ox.

Gigantor continues to control the city.  Not sure of his stats this month but I do have ‘tennis elbow’ or more pointedly, ‘giant baby carrying elbow’.  Such a happy little tock.  SO routined.  Sleeps all night - has done for a COUPLE of months now.

Let’s see - Sitting unaided?  Not a chance in hell!  Is only half rolling over.

Drooling unaided?  Absolutely!

Teeth?  Has one tiny white bugger breaking through, bottom row, front, left.

Movement?  Violent and vigorous.

Sleeping?  Like a perfect,perfect baby.  In bed by 9p, up around 8ish.  Will sometimes hang out in our bed for a hour or two if he wakes up early and go back to sleep.

Has just started properly investigating food.  Like his brother, not too jazzed with Farax.  Doesn’t mind some pureed fruit and thinks icecream is a-ok!

At this age, Spike was getting close to crawling.  Mo wouldn’t have a red hot clue!  Both boys were/are chewing everything in sight and love to yack!  I believe Mo is MUCH louder than Spike ever was!

And man, do those boys love each other? I shall remind them when they’re screaming at the other to “get out of my room” in a few years. I shall remind them and make them read their blogs. THEN write me a report.

Mostly, MoMo is completely adorable.  Funny as muck and just the best thing to have around when it comes to smooooochin’ time!  Can also whip up a cheese soufflé at the drop of a beret.

Mo’s Muscle Armed Mother xxxx

From front to back.  Like a lurching ship. Crreeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaak, slam! He COULD lurch from back to front, he gets a-l-m-o-s-t there then has that look of “eh, fuggedaboutit - that Blonde Boy will get it for me.”  And the blonde boy does.

He’s gifted.  in control of the Blonde Boy.

And enormous!  He’s definitely, enormous!

Mo’s Mum xxoo

Morrison & Ox. 5 months

Well, we’re officially off the charts.  SO far off the charts we’ve been referred to a specialist to make sure he’s “just a boof” and not “Preparing to destroy Tokyo”.

STATS

7670g (16lb 9oz) 66.5cm (26.1″) and the chart busting melon, measuring in at a whopping 47cm!  The 105 percentile and a rapid increase overall the last 2 months.  This REALLY does explain how his clothes can fit him then NOT from ONE week to the next.  It seems we have given birth to, Gigantor.  (Cool theme song, though.)

The Doctor looked in the bassinet and smiled.  Well, I didn’t look and think, “Holy crap this kid’s got a big head.”  Then she pulled back the blanket.  “Oh ok, now he’s got a big head.”  Then she looked at Spike.  “But so’s he!” She’s right. We are the Big Bonce Family.  No doubt about it.  Either way, we’ll have him checked out at RCH then pick him up a neck brace!

Happy little bugger, he is.  Lays around, chewing his hands.  Yacking away to whom ever is in earshot - or not.  He doesn’t mind.  He will still yack.  Yackity yack yack yack!  HUGE smile, to go with the huge head, I guess?!  He’s become quite used to his brother launching himself towards him at 100 mph but it still makes my heart stop a little bit.  “Seriously Spike, he will be able to crush you between his thumb and forefinger by next week… pace yourself and earn his trust!”

He’s not rolling, too top heavy.

He’s not sitting, how could he?!

He’s not competing in the next Olympic Games… unless they add Neck Strength as a new event.

Olympic committee - if you do.  It’ll be Gold Gold Gold for Australia!  Here they are, tied for Gold.  Spike and Mo Big Head. I’m SO glad they were both caesarian sections!

Mo’s Mum xxxx