MoBlog

I like Nana. A lot!
I don’t like, snow. A LOT!

I like Ox. And I like to sleep with a tea-towel over my gimongous head.
I don’t like keeping my socks on. Ever.

Food. Wow, I like food. Any food. Now please. Any hint of ‘food’ illicits a deep and abiding, “oooooh!” followed by a baby stampede.
I don’t like food with random lumps in it.

I like my highchair (cause that’s where I get the most food).
I don’t like being taken out of my highchair if I have not had enough of the aforementioned.

I like anything with wheels. Anything noisy and anything your currently holding.
I don’t like you getting in my way.

I like it when my brother is at kinder.
I don’t like it when we take him to kinder but then leave without him.

I like the wholemeal CheesyMite rolls from Bakers Delight in Clifton Hill. I can eat a whole one!
I don’t like cake.

I like my bike and my trucks. They’re noisy and fun and I can pull them apart. I like to dance with ALL my rhythm. (Like my brother, Play That Funky Music, White Boy)

I love my brother, he’s funny. I like baths, they’re splashy! And I like my to hold my own bottle while I watch PlaySchool before bed.

Mostly, I love it when my Daddy comes home. I throw my arms up and say, “Yay!”
And did I mention my distaste for the white fluffy stuff? Oooh that stuff sucks.

Here’s my brother’s stats from roughly the same age. We’re pretty close on milestones. I’m bigger, taller, louder and my head is waaaay more humongous! Granted, Spike was more verbal and social. But we both have curls to die for and smiles that stop traffic. We’re good at routines and both excellent at unarmed combat.

Mum hates a list of thing but what’s she gonna do about it? I’m 16 months old fercrissakes!

Mo (as dictated to the parental unit) xo

Hulllllllo!

It’s the tongue out series.

Boys! They’re perfect!

*raspberry*

Mumma xxoo

Learning to Walk or Zombie?

You be the judge.

Finally, he’s off and running. Morrison sure took his sweet time and it was bliss! Now, nothing is safe from sticky, grabby fingers. He’s also very good at stairs. But that’s a story for another day.

lotsa love,

Mo’s Spotter xx

Well, It IS Cold & Flu Season

Quiet + small boy = trouble of some sort.

Luckily, i needed a tissue. Bingo! Someone was there to help.

The cheeky minx is going from strength to strength. He CAN walk, he just THINKS he needs to hang on to something, which is fine by us – whatever will keep him from destroying all those things which ARE in arms reach, if you’re standing. He’s got plenty of time to discover his true destructive potential.

Mo’s Mum xx

He’s Got A Cute Way Of Walking

Wind up legs and no end of energy. The boy’s bionic.

Go Morrison, Go!