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 Crawling, in the traditional sense has been replaced by much more hilarious side bum scoot-crawl method.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