MoBlog

It’s the tongue out series.

Boys! They’re perfect!

*raspberry*

Mumma xxoo

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

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

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

Go Morrison, Go!

Mumma xo

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

10 months and growing!

Mo and Ox, ten months.

Mo’s outgrown the Jumperoo! It’s more like a baby catapult at this point, so he’s graduated to the Sesame Street Walker or Sesame Street Tank and Combination Snow Plow. True, we are bereft of snow here in Melbourne, so let’s call it a Furniture Plow. A Family Plow. A HIgh Performance Demolition Ball! We are a unit of skinned toes and banged-up shins. He calls me, “Bruisy”.

When he’s not ‘confined’ by Australian Safety Standard meeting plastic, he’s on the floor tearing around on his Lazy Susan belly and commando elbows and toes. He’s fast. Loud and fast! Having recently discovered the reflective kick plate of the oven he usually bee lines for the kitchen to talk to himself. Unfortunately the oven has a hidden shelf that is opened by kicking it in the right spot, or it seems, by talking to yourself so enthusiastically that a baby high five will eventually reveal the dusty inner sanctum. And as a note for those playing at home – the wild gesticulator does NOT like being taken away from this discovery.

STATS

Having been given the All Clear by Dr Patrick Lo at RCH, “he’s just got a massive head… like your husband.” Mo just gets bigger, heavier and longer. Up over 11kgs (22lbs), around 74cm (29″) and look, let’s just forget about measuring his head ok? His brother’s 2yr old hats don’t fit him… the kid’s ALL noggin!

He’s discovered food and thinks it’s A-Ok. He’ll eat an interesting array of different things, kilos of mashed spud, pumpkin and vegemite. Raw beans, cruskits, also by the kilo and the meat out of Daddy’s Vietnamese rice paper roll. Loves yoghurt, weetbix and pureed fruit and the other day had his first ice cream in a cone. HILARIOUS!

He really is a joyous little booger.  Turns himself inside out when he sees Daddy come home from work. Will try to shake himself loose from your grip when he sees Nana and has a similar reaction to a full bath/pool!  I guess he’ll start cruising the furniture next and then, walking. I’m in NO hurry. You stay a baby a little longer thanks, Mr Big Noise.  Oh and please continue to sleep through the night!!

Mo’s Mumma xxxx