Entries in hair (3)

Monday
Aug302010

Things I like. Things I don't like.

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
Sunday
Mar072010

11 months

Morrison and Ox, 11 months. Morrison and Ox, 11 months.

I did it myyyyyyyyy waaaaaaaaaaay!

where'd he go? I am This Cute All Rise

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 Crawling, in the traditional sense has been replaced by much more hilarious side bum scoot-crawl method.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!

The Claw!

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
Wednesday
Jul012009

3 months

Morrison & Ox. 3 months. 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)

who's cute?mo mohawkhairs there

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?

tah dah!

I thought so.

Mo's Mum xxoo