Morrison and Ox. Two Months.
Time flies when you’re growing up! Life is good in Mo Land. I get fed – ON demand (highly recommended)! I get to sleep where ever I want and I am carried from pillar to post. Downsides are few. My brother Spike thinks he’s ‘musical’ so he likes to play his ‘hannukha” (harmonica) approximately .05 inches from my face. Bless ‘im. Aside from that, life’s’ pretty cruisy.
STATS
I’ve chunked up to a whopping 5.1kg (11lb) have grown another 4cm in length (which explains why my size 0000 stuff no longer fits) and my hat size is also increasing. I’m smiling like a big flirt and am increasingly aware of all that goes on. And I’m sleeping pretty well – better than my brother did at the same age!
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Morrison is losing that ‘newborn’ look by the day! It’s heartbreaking! He’s a demanding little diva – patience not being a high priority on his “Things To Cultivate” list. And he’s VERY insistent when it comes to “Pick Me Up Now Please”. He only asks nicely, once. To counter that behaviour, he’s got a smile that stops traffic. A HUGE big ol’ grin! (Spike’s a little worried there are no teeth in there.) So, he’s surviving it all juuuuuust fine!
He’s a funny, intense little thing. He likes to lay on his ‘activity’ mat (I could be so active!) and bat the things hanging in view and sacking out is great to do in the swingy chair – so long as Spike doesn’t give it a good “push, Mumma? Too late.”
Morrison is getting chatty too – it seems to be a family trait (not passed down from father’s side). 
[Being with] Nana is by far, the best spot to hang out but Mumma’s arms come a close second. Daddy is pretty excellent at bouncing him up and down and we’re on 24/7 Spike Smother Alert as he loves on his baby brother. Mo’s mohawk is not as impressive as Spike’s was but his dark hair is abundant and gorgeous. They’re quite different little creatures. Interesting, it shall be.
Now, if I can just get the boys to synchronise their afternoon naps, I’ll be in heaven!
Mo’s Mum xxo