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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

Nine months and all is – huge!

Mo and Ox, 9 months.

Life is pretty good in Mo World. Don’t be fooled by the above photo, he’s not exactly doing a walk-a-thon (although, if he does hit you up – per lap – it’s a pretty good proposition) but he is straining those drumsticks of his into holding his bulk.  Still not crawling either but has a roll/commando-typ crawl under control.  Suffice to say, the warehouse is being razed little by little.  You know, until he is in his walker – then it’s Demolition Derby time.  Holy crap, it is ever!

I got a funny email from my cousin a couple of weeks back.  She says (of her 12mth old bruiser of a child) “just as you planned, Bobby has smashed the 12 month old plasma screen with the maracas his favourite cousin got him for his birthday.” And we laaaaughed! First up, the maracas were for his sister, Edie, the pink father boa was for Bob.  Secondly, our new plamsa screen is at optimum baby smashing height too!  Good lord!  Morrison is going to have to live with Bob and Edie!!

I’m gonna miss the little booger.  Hmm, maybe we could just hobble him a bit? Anyone got a paediatric block and tackle laying about?

No actual stats to report this month, I just know my ‘tendinitis’ is getting worse and my back screams at me in the morning when I try to lug him out of bed.  He loves loves loves his brother and the two have already started rough-housing.  Spike’s winning, for now. He won’t be doing himself any favours if he starts getting cocky about his win record.

Mo’s first Xmas passed by in a haze of wrapping paper and toy trains. He also scored a little ride on bike thingy that he quite likes ripping apart. Such a sweet kid. He’s all coos and 6-toothed dribbly grins.  He’s waving and saying, MumMumMum.

But I am serious about the telly.  He wrecks that and it’s off to Hidden Valley he goes…

Mo’s Mum xxxx

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