Spike Scott

Three

Posted on October 10th, 2009 by Spike.
Categories: 3 yrs.

You’re three.
You’re perfect.
I love you.

Mumma, Daddy and your little brother, Mo. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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I’m TWO!

Posted on October 10th, 2008 by Spike.
Categories: 2 yrs.

Two years ago I was high on blissful, glorious Fentanyl (oh bless you Mr Fentanyl) waiting for this little guy to make an appearance. It would be another 6 hours (and more blissful drugs) and what a pay off. Perfect, perfect little guy. Funny, smart, loving but most importantly can lift and carry things for Mumma. Just what I ordered!

A short questionnaire.

What’s your name? Spike!
How old are you? One. No, two!
Are you smart or cute? Cute!
Where do you live? Fitzrooooy!
Who do you love? Mumma! Daddy! Papa! Nana! Apple Gig (Uncle Big) Chook, Doools, Tilda, Granny! Rinne! Fugger. Cass-roll. Meow. Arnie (Linda) Kevvy is a new one to the list as is, Tocklate (chocolate)?!

Basically it’s a list of people he knows and likes, he quite often adds the pets, Mardhi (who he calls Marnie – my Nana’s name) and Milo (Helen’s pup). If he’s been to Joe’s that day, he will add Joe’s to the list. One day, even Trams! made the cut.

He loves Play Group, Play School, going for a walk to the park, SLIDES, Fugger, his dummies, water. He loses his tiny mind when Daddy comes home from work. “Daddy! Waaaait (while B takes his jacket off) Belt? (he takes B’s belt off and attempts to roll it up) Now, HUG!” Quite often he will turn to me at that point and say, “Bye Mummy.” He loves loves loves going to Papa and Nana’s. That’s where he drags Dad all around the acreage, from the chook! to the Truck! to the generic outside?

He really couldn’t be much more of anything in any way. Ok, earning a crust would be nice, but we’ll get to that.

Happy second birthday, Spike Riley. You’re so wonderful we could just punch your perfect little face off and eat it.

Lots of love,

Mumma and Daddy. xxoo

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