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

It’s the tongue out series.

Boys! They’re perfect!

*raspberry*

Mumma xxoo

It’s a boy! It’s a big loud boy!

2 days old, with Ox

1 year old, with Ox

You’ve cemented your position as Best Replacement Baby Ever, with ease. You’ve completed our little family.

Happy birthday Morrison Flynn. We couldn’t love you more if you were stuffed with money, a new job or a biiiig firetruck. We love you!

Lots of love,

Mumma, DadDad and Spike xxooxx

Eight months, with Ox.

Wow, this kid just keeps getting bigger.  Soon, you’ll be able to see him from the moon!

Here’s his brother at the same age. WAY more mobile. less teeth.  About as vocal and not far behind, size wise.

STATS
Creaking the scales at an impressive 9690gms (21.3lbs) stretching to 71cm long (28″) & new enormo head measurement of 50cm! (19.6″)  Way way WAY off the charts… (here’s hoping he’s following his own trajectory!)

All bar a bad night, he’s still sleeping through the night (bless ‘im) loves hanging out in the high chair, banging his gavel and demanding more rusks to strip. Still not real fussed about solid food – except yoghurt and pumpkin. Not together, although we could try that! He is in love with his giraffe, who finally has a name, Mr. Cullen because Sean Cullen has been amusing us ALL with his tweets.  What a Canadian nutbag! And Ox, of course. He sleeps with Ox wedged under his belly (so he can’t roll on his face!) and he loves loves loves Spike’s old Pig which lives at Nana’s. He squeals when he sees it and crams it snout in his mouth. We pretend not to notice…

He’s rolling around everywhere. Gets caught under the coffee table or up agains the couch. Is pretty much sitting up on his own now, still has a tendency to launch himself backwards/forwards/sideways without a moments notice so he is mostly surrounded by bolsters or one of us. Has started having very emphatic conversations, lots of shaking fists and LOUD ooooo noises! You’d best pay attention.

Morrison had his first Thanksgiving – he eyed off the turkey leg bone like it was some kind of prize – and enjoyed some pumpkin. And now we’re gearing up for his first Xmas, he couldn’t care less!  He just remains as cute as pair of Vivienne Westwood boots, as loud as an air raid siren and completely ours.

Mo’s Mumma, Daddy and big brother, Spike  xxoo

Seven Months, with Ox.

‘ullo Big Boy. ‘ullo Big LOUD boy!

Here’s a link to my brother, Spike at the same age. I’m bigger and have more teeth but he was more mobile. WAAAY more mobile. I’m enjoying the whole being carried around and coddled phase. I’m also MUCH better at sleeping than he was; this makes me their favourite.

Mo’s started eating baby food and has declared himself to be not too fond of the sweet stuff, except custard (although that’s more milky thick than fruity sweet). He loves carrots and pumpkin (we can’t get smooshed peas here but I’m pretty sure he’d dig ‘em) and yesterday he tried ‘bangers n mash’ which he thought was pretty great! He’s a maniac for a rusk and will strip that bad boy in no seconds flat with his two vicious front fangs.

His favourite toys are, his giraffe who has no name and is excellent to chew on. His car keys, which he loves to chew on and Ox… whom he loves to chew on (I’m detecting a pattern here) most things end up in this kids mouth. So, if you’ve lost something, drop us a line.

Although he doesn’t want to hold his own body weight up in a sitting position, he does prefer this vista. Ergo, the Jumperoo and his brother’s old walker are great places to be! He can scoot that walker backwards, alllll over the joint! He IS rolling over now but doesn’t like to be on his stomach for very long – it’s probably too much effort to hold his giant head up! We have a follow up appointment at the children’s hospital for another head measure in February – if he’s still WAY off chart but following his own curve, that will be the end of it but if it’s just growing like a giant pumpkin they will want to MRI his noggin. That means a general anaesthetic so Mumma is very much against this whole adventure. Otherwise, all is well. He is the decibel machine, full of drool and noise! Loves his brother and the feeling is mutual.

Our two boys.

Mumma and Daddy xxxx

Not so much frogs, snails or puppy dogs tails.

More drool, mess and a non-harmonious or discordant group of sounds!

Aint they, bliss?

The Ratbags’ Mother xxoo

Six months, with Ox.

Gigantor continues to control the city.  Not sure of his stats this month but I do have ‘tennis elbow’ or more pointedly, ‘giant baby carrying elbow’.  Such a happy little tock.  SO routined.  Sleeps all night – has done for a COUPLE of months now.

Let’s see – Sitting unaided?  Not a chance in hell!  Is only half rolling over.

Drooling unaided?  Absolutely!

Teeth?  Has one tiny white bugger breaking through, bottom row, front, left.

Movement?  Violent and vigorous.

Sleeping?  Like a perfect,perfect baby.  In bed by 9p, up around 8ish.  Will sometimes hang out in our bed for a hour or two if he wakes up early and go back to sleep.

Has just started properly investigating food.  Like his brother, not too jazzed with Farax.  Doesn’t mind some pureed fruit and thinks icecream is a-ok!

At this age, Spike was getting close to crawling.  Mo wouldn’t have a red hot clue!  Both boys were/are chewing everything in sight and love to yack!  I believe Mo is MUCH louder than Spike ever was!

And man, do those boys love each other? I shall remind them when they’re screaming at the other to “get out of my room” in a few years. I shall remind them and make them read their blogs. THEN write me a report.

Mostly, MoMo is completely adorable.  Funny as muck and just the best thing to have around when it comes to smooooochin’ time!  Can also whip up a cheese soufflé at the drop of a beret.

Mo’s Muscle Armed Mother xxxx

From front to back.  Like a lurching ship. Crreeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaak, slam! He COULD lurch from back to front, he gets a-l-m-o-s-t there then has that look of “eh, fuggedaboutit – that Blonde Boy will get it for me.”  And the blonde boy does.

He’s gifted.  in control of the Blonde Boy.

And enormous!  He’s definitely, enormous!

Mo’s Mum xxoo

Morrison & Ox. 5 months

Well, we’re officially off the charts.  SO far off the charts we’ve been referred to a specialist to make sure he’s “just a boof” and not “Preparing to destroy Tokyo”.

STATS

7670g (16lb 9oz) 66.5cm (26.1″) and the chart busting melon, measuring in at a whopping 47cm!  The 105 percentile and a rapid increase overall the last 2 months.  This REALLY does explain how his clothes can fit him then NOT from ONE week to the next.  It seems we have given birth to, Gigantor.  (Cool theme song, though.)

The Doctor looked in the bassinet and smiled.  Well, I didn’t look and think, “Holy crap this kid’s got a big head.”  Then she pulled back the blanket.  “Oh ok, now he’s got a big head.”  Then she looked at Spike.  “But so’s he!” She’s right. We are the Big Bonce Family.  No doubt about it.  Either way, we’ll have him checked out at RCH then pick him up a neck brace!

Happy little bugger, he is.  Lays around, chewing his hands.  Yacking away to whom ever is in earshot – or not.  He doesn’t mind.  He will still yack.  Yackity yack yack yack!  HUGE smile, to go with the huge head, I guess?!  He’s become quite used to his brother launching himself towards him at 100 mph but it still makes my heart stop a little bit.  “Seriously Spike, he will be able to crush you between his thumb and forefinger by next week… pace yourself and earn his trust!”

He’s not rolling, too top heavy.

He’s not sitting, how could he?!

He’s not competing in the next Olympic Games… unless they add Neck Strength as a new event.

Olympic committee – if you do.  It’ll be Gold Gold Gold for Australia!  Here they are, tied for Gold.  Spike and Mo Big Head. I’m SO glad they were both caesarian sections!

Mo’s Mum xxxx

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