Spike Scott

Cold, White, BLISS

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

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Theatrics + Monarch = Spike

Posted on May 31st, 2009 by Spike.
Categories: 2 & 1/2.

Life is an everyday audition for NIDA.
Ergo the equation, Theatrics + Monarch = Spike.

Baby Cino Ring of Confidence

So, he’s turned 2 and a half and suddenly we’re getting a LOT of “noooooooooo!” and “I said, I’m busy!” and the ever popular “I said yes, I said!” delivered at such a heart stopping rate of raw emotion, there is not a dry eye in the house. (Tears of laughter do count.) He’s also cultivating a fine basis for his other career option, Full Time Hypochondriac. Limping child hobbles into frame, groaning. “I’m going to the Doctor today.” “I have a sore leg.” And the magic combo of NIDA student AND hypochondriac, Child watches ill mother stagger out of bed. He swoons on to couch, taking care to land, good side up. “Ooh, oooh, oh Mumma. I’ve got such a sore head/leg/throat too.” So I guess as long as I keep writing medical dramas/comedies the kid will always have work… ?

He is also rather ‘method’ when it comes to his acting. For instance, he plays a very good dog. Modelled on Mardhi (Nana and Papa’s pup) who likes to stand on the back of the couch and bark out the window. Spike threw himself into the role and promptly off the back of the couch between the rock and a the glass window. He came up with a large bump on his head (roughly the size and shape of the strawberry below) but there was no doubt in anyone’s mind – those cars remained barked at!

He plays fetch and will roll over to have his belly scratched but thankfully, isn’t shitting on other peoples lawns. (although I do have a list…) He loves to dress up, usually as a chef and is currently obsessed with ALL forms of flight. Planes and helicopters must be identified immediately and their flight status given. “They going to the airport, Mum.” “He’s got he’s lights on. He’s going to the airport.” and “Oh?! An aeroplane, can you see it? He’s going to the airport.”

He remains THE world’s most gregarious little boy. Would say hi to a mannequin AND get a response in any situation. E-v-e-r-y-o-n-e is treated to a ‘hullo!” and a “goodbye”. Groups are greeted with a rousing, “hullo ladies!” and farewelled with a hearty “bye everyone. See you next time”. He looooves Playgroup, especially Ms Parker. Luckily Mumma loves Parker too, she’s a peach.

Toddler, Actor, Comedian, Kelpie Cross, Aircraft Controller. He is all these things and more. But my favourite role to watch him play is, Big Brother. Someone give the kid an award! Best Big Brother, Evah.

Til next time.

Spike’s Mum xo

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His name is, Mo.

Posted on May 2nd, 2009 by Spike.
Categories: 2 & 1/2.

I have a little brother!

He’s very little. Too little. But he will get bigger.

He loves he’s dummy. And he’s bottle.

He’s got r-e-a-l-l-y big feet.

I love my Morrison Flynn and he loves me.

Big brother Spike. xxoo

*as dictated to Mumma.

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