Entries in Ox (13)

Monday
Apr012013

FOUR!

"I am. I am four. I used to be three and next I'll be five, but right now I'm four. I got a helicopter and a camera and a new suitcase for my holidays and some cake and chocolate and I got all my friends!"

This kid of ours is quite definitely the Cat's Footsie Pyjamas. He is also the Bee's Arthritic Knees and knows where the Dog's Denim Jacket is... ok. Well, you get the point!

Four. FOUR!? Seriously!

  

His new waterproof camera had almost 100 photos on it in the first 10 minutes he owned it. Luckily he has a brother who loves posing - as they say in the classics, a match made in heaven.

As I said to him when we tucked him in after his day, "We are so lucky to be yours. And I'm really glad you don't live in me any more."

  

Happy Birthday Mo Flynn! We know you're going to have a fantastically awesome year.

Mumma, Daddy and your big brother Spike. xoox

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
Thursday
Apr012010

365 Days of YUM!

It's a boy! It's a big loud boy!

2 days old, with Ox[/caption] [caption id="attachment_261" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="1 year old, with Ox"]1 year old, with Ox 2 days old, with Ox

You've cemented your position as Best Replacement Baby Ever, with ease. You've completed our little family.

I'M 1 cake cake1 brother cake yum 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
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
Feb102010

10 months

10 months and growing!

Mo and Ox, ten months. 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".

cheeky

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