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Posted on August 29th, 2010 by Spike.
Categories: 3 yrs.
He be his mother’s son. This also harkens close to Daddy’s Colorado heart. Our eldest boy can NOT get enough of the snow.
All snow is good snow. Right? You betcha!
Lake Mountain is just a little over an hour outside of the city centre and the snowfall has been gorgeous. Melbourne has had an extended, cold, ski season this year (due to Global Warming, The Ozone Layer, Barack Obama and/or Our Own Hung Parliament) so we traipsed up the mountain for a frolic or two. Praps, three. Ten. Ten frolics, tops. Plus a whizzy. Ya gotta have a whizzy!
Spike hit the slopes, grabbed a handful of snow and piffed the biggest snowball he could manage. Morrison looked on with suspicion… suspicion bordering on contempt. He would not be having any of this ’snow’ carry on. Just direct him to the chips and he’ll forget this whole incident ever happened.
Spike on the other hand threw himself on a sled (Daddy “it’s not a toboggan, a toboggan is at least a metre long and blah blah blah [insert actual snow talk]“) and whizzed up and down the mountain (Daddy – “It’s not a mountain. It’s a hill if anything. Mountains are X metres high and have altitude [insert more hillist comments]“) at great speeds without regard for anyone’s safety, least of all his own.
He was retrieved from a spectacular spill off the sled (with his brother which only cemented Mo’s deep hatred of all things snow), from between the legs of other people and on one spectacular ‘final’ backward run – from underneath a snow making machine. Each time, with a bigger grin on his face.
Frozen toes nonwithstanding he is ready to go back to the snow, every second of the day. He knows where his gloves are and he’s pretty sure Mo Mo will like it more, this time.
Way to be optimistic Spike!
Spike’s Frozen Mother xoxo
Posted on March 6th, 2010 by Spike.
Categories: 3 yrs.
“Hey Daddy, I’ve got a song for you.
Yankee Doodle stuck a fluffer in his hat and yelled at macaroni…
Papa teached it to me.”
“I’ll have to thank Papa, won’t I?”
“Yes.
Again?”
Ooooh, Yankee Doodle went to town….
Pavarotti’s Mumma xxxx
Posted on February 7th, 2010 by Spike.
Categories: 3 yrs.
I haven’t ordered the business cards yet.
But, I’m thinking about it.
Because it does seem to be a foregone conclusion at this stage.
Over night, he has suddenly started building elaborate, architecturally interesting, modernist buildings.
Towers. Car spaces. A lovely lounge room, here. A big kitchen there. A bridge (why not?!) and this is where Thomas can park!
I don’t think it’s solely because of all the Grand Designs I’ve crammed down his throat “Oh look Mumma, it’s the bewtifool house show to watch!” or the Architectural Digest that we read together each night.
It’s probably more likely he is just – gifted.
Yes, Gifted. I’m sure that’s it.
Our little Frank Lloyd Spike starts kinder on Tuesday. It seems wasteful really. Can’t we just set up his Architectural Design Office and begin? Mumma’s got an itchin’ for a new abode and I REALLY like the colourful, multi level number he knocked up before his afternoon nap today.
The Gifted Child’s Mother xxxx
Posted on January 16th, 2010 by Spike.
Categories: 3 yrs.
Sign #1
You open your pantry and find this.
That is a sign there are boys living in your house.
A boys Mom xxxx