Dear Mo,
Today I dug a piece of cheese out of your mouth that your brother put in there cause, “Look Mum, he’s hungry.”
Yes, I heard you choke a bit but I would have checked eventually.
You’re welcome.
Your loving, vigilant Mother xxxx
3 months
Morrison & Ox. Three months.
Slowly working out the controls on the Mumma and the Daddy unit that came with my life. The Mumma seems to be a bit more highly strung than the Daddy but also, more cuddly. The Daddy is waaaay calmer and has a deeper voice, aside from that they’re both pretty excellent. The loud sibling unit they call, Spike always seems to be .5 inches from my face, repeating my name and reminding me how tiny my fingers are. He’s cool! He is also VERY handy for dummy retrieval duties (a hunk of velcro on my chin would not go astray, people!)
STATS
Tipping the scales at an impressive 13lbs 11oz (5,950gm) a whopping 59cm (23″) long and an almost-off-the-scale head circumference of 42.5cm sees Mo; a big boy! Very happy, mostly. Starting to chat up a storm and has a great throaty laugh. Also comes with Air Raid siren standard wail, great for getting attention.
Morrison’s hair has a life of its own. Each day brings a new do. Wild it is! Just like our wee boy. (don’t miss out, click on that last pic if you do nothing else with your day. hairlairyarse)
Mo thinks his swing is the kickingest place to be. All the cool baby’s hang out in their self propelled swings. Dumb babies lay on the floor. 
He really is, for the most part, bar those days I just want to give him away to passing strangers cause he wont sleep and is being a clingy pain in the arse, the most delightful kid! The chatting and the laughing earn him a lot of extras lives. 
Who could resist this face?
I thought so.
Mo’s Mum xxoo