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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Spike and Morrison’s Day… in moustaches!

Posted on December 22nd, 2009 by Spike.
Categories: Uncategorized.

What do you say when your three year old wants a moustache?

“Yes baby,” is the only answer.

Then you film it.

losta love, Mumma xxxx

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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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