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Morrison & Ox. Four months.

Ready for steak and eggs? Oui Monsieur!  And a slice of ciabatta and some coffee for table four months, please.

This kid is ready and raring to go!  As he longingly gazed at us eating a bickie, the drool pooled and it seemed too cruel not to offer him some.  Snarf, grunt, nom, nom, nom! To say he was non-plussed when mother fished a broken (chokeable) piece out of his mouth is a bit like saying, “That Idi Amin was a bit of a wag.” He gnawed the life out of a rusk and looked for more. Morrison, not Idi (as far as I or Wikipedia know).

STATS

Holy crap! 6.910kg (15lb 2oz!) (75%) 65cm tall (25″) (75%) and the head! I remember when we had to unpick the back of Spike’s Santa hat so it would fit him, but for Mo, we’re gonna need two hats joined together! A 45cm (17.7″) melon puts him in the 97th percentile!  What a boof!

He’s a happy, charming, (mostly) content kid.  Has suddenly developed a dislike for strangers holding him, which is making it difficult to palm him off in cafes and banks.  The blood curdling screams heard this morning were all thanks to the lovely student Maternal Health Nurse who dared carry him to the weigh station (kinda like the ones they have for trucks – as discussed, he’s a big boy!) out of my sight-line.  Poor lil bugger.  Calm was restored as I called him a Mummy’s Boy and tickled his very ticklish tum.

I know you’re not supposed to compare – but Spike was enjoying a lot of tummy time at this age.  Mo thinks it sucks. Although, he is extremely top heavy when you tip him over.  Kinda like a duck, dunking for fish/beetles/chocolate (I dunno what the dunk for).  Spike wasn’t interested in any food until he was well and truly past the 6 month mark – as reported, we’re kinda lucky to have made it this far with Mo.  They both love/d their Jumperoos.  Spike had the legs of a Scotsman I believe I reported and Morrison too, is well on his way.  He can bounce that thing like a pneumatic drill.

They’re just great together. Mo smiles when Spike wanders by.  He also throws him arms up in defence as Spike launches himself towards him, “Hey little guy! You’re cute. Yes you are!” He’ll get used to it!

Although, we have started warning Spike, “You need to be gentle with Mo cause he’s going to be bigger than you… in about 5 minutes.” Together the two of them are so damn cute, how I don’t mash them into a paste and apply it directly to my cheeks I’ll never know!

The resiliance of kids, eh?

Mo’s Mum xxxx