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
Morrison and Ox, 11 months.
I did it myyyyyyyyy waaaaaaaaaaay!
That will be his anthem. Crawling, in the traditional sense has been replaced by much more hilarious side bum scoot-crawl method. Much like his mother did! Fast? You betcha sweet breakable things within arms reach he is!
Everyone comments, what a happy, content little boy. And, they’d be right. He is. Happy. Content. Why wouldn’t he be? His every whim is catered to, every day! I’d be friggen happy and content too! In fact, let’s try it. I’ll wait…
STATS
Cruising the 11kg (22lbs) mark and stretching out to around 76cm (30″) tall. Still perusing the adult section at the milliners and getting towards that end for shoes. Can we say, ‘clod hopppers’? Mo’s finally growing those curls his brother brandishes so wildly and his hair IS lightening up a smidge. He’s got too many teeth to count so just be warned, don’t put yer fingers in his mouth to retrieve your car keys. And because he won’t crawl, in the conventional sense he does spend a lot of time landing on each side of his massive forehead as he takes a fast corner. It seems he is permanently sporting two bruises, either side of his face in various stages of grey/yellow/black. It’s quite festive!
And just cause I love it, here’s a pic of Mo being held by Papa. Rumour has it, they are the same species!
Here’s his brothers page, at the same age. Mo weighs more but they’re about the same height. Spike was more mobile but Mo is louder! And as you can see, both so cute as to relegate any other children to the retarded lumps category. I know it may seem unfair (to other retarded lumps) but I’m just here to report the facts, Ma’am.
Now that big brother, Spike goes to kinder two mornings a week, Mo and I get some alone time. It’s so much fun – especially if I can get him down to nap – just me and the mini demolition derby in a nappy. I could smooosh his perfect, round face into a million pieces.
He still loves Ox (seen above) and is sure to gnaw Mr Cullen’s (giraffe – his only two eyed toy!) antlers off, any day now. Stanhope (his myopic, three ‘legged’ mini ugly doll) also gets a good sucking. He loves anything that makes a noise and is adept at making anything, make noise. I reckon he could raise a din with a bag of cotton balls.
This be his latest trick. Overnight he’s decided he loves to stand up and move. It wont be long… won’t be long til I can send him to the shops to buy me a bottle or two of wine. You’ll see. (and yes, his father called him, “Spike”. We ALL call him Spike at least once a day.)
Mo’s Mumma xxxo
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
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
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
Daddy has to go back to America (whatever that is) to see Granny (whoever she is) for a couple of weeks (like, my whole life!) so I’m taking Mumma (the one with the floppy face) up to Nana (the comfy one!) and Papa’s (the big handed guy) house. Me and my brother Spike (the big loud blonde one) can get spoilt to smithereens until Daddy comes back home (I’m pretty sure that’s the joint in Fitzroy with all the stairs).
STATS
I’m weighing in at a respectable 3600g – 7lb 9oz (1lb 1oz up from my birth weight). 50.6cm long (I’ll be out of those 0000 clothes in NO time!) and my head is filling up with stuff – to make room, it’s 37cm around now. Looks like I’ll catch up with my scone headed brother and Daddy after all!
I’m starting to get niggly between 5pm – 11pm, just to keep everyone on their toes you understand. I usually cry cause I’m hungry, wet, hungry or hungry. I’m hungry a LOT. Staying at Nana and Papa’s means there’ll be plenty of hands to help feed me.
And trust me, when I decide it’s Feed Time, it’s gonna take ALL hands on deck. A little trick my brother may or may not have taught me… I’ll never tell. I’m no snitch! Nevah!
Mumma is slowly getting better and we talk to Daddy every day – thank you Skype (whatever you are) and we’re all happy Granny Allie is moving into a new place. We hope she likes it too.
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Morrison is very much a”second baby” – we don’t have charts and routines and spreadsheets. He just gets fed when he bellows for it (frequently) changed when he’s wet/or dirty (also falls under the category, Frequente). Instead we have “when did I feed him last?” conversations and he is not under excruciating respiration surveillance heh This kid has it totally under control. Having said that… if he was born first, he would have been an only child. Spike definitely lulled us into a false sense of, “Oh this baby shit is EASY!” We don’t call him DemandMo for nothing.
Lucky he’s so deliciously perfect.
Mo’s Mum xxoo