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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

Morrison & Ox. Three months.

Slowly working out the controls on the Mumma and the Daddy unit that came with my life. The Mumma seems to be a bit more highly strung than the Daddy but also, more cuddly. The Daddy is waaaay calmer and has a deeper voice, aside from that they’re both pretty excellent. The loud sibling unit they call, Spike always seems to be .5 inches from my face, repeating my name and reminding me how tiny my fingers are. He’s cool!  He is also VERY handy for dummy retrieval duties (a hunk of velcro on my chin would not go astray, people!)

STATS

Tipping the scales at an impressive 13lbs 11oz (5,950gm) a whopping 59cm (23″) long and an almost-off-the-scale head circumference of 42.5cm sees Mo; a big boy! Very happy, mostly. Starting to chat up a storm and has a great throaty laugh. Also comes with Air Raid siren standard wail, great for getting attention.

Morrison’s hair has a life of its own. Each day brings a new do. Wild it is! Just like our wee boy. (don’t miss out, click on that last pic if you do nothing else with your day. hairlairyarse)

Mo thinks his swing is the kickingest place to be. All the cool baby’s hang out in their self propelled swings.  Dumb babies lay on the floor. He really is, for the most part, bar those days I just want to give him away to passing strangers cause he wont sleep and is being a clingy pain in the arse, the most delightful kid! The chatting and the laughing earn him a lot of extras lives.

Who could resist this face?

I thought so.

Mo’s Mum xxoo