Spike Scott

18 months old

Posted on April 20th, 2008 by Spike.
Categories: 18 months.

Lets see. What’s he been doing for the last couple of months?

His second Oscars. He still did not win anything. Pfff! Stupid Academy! What’s a kid gotta do?!
There were a few more plane trips. A few more stamps in his passport. (First run for the microchipped Aussie passport this time!)
His first (possibly) memorable experience with snow. Verdict: “Not sure.” Another visit with Granny Allie (who is fairly convinced he is the second coming – she’s right of course). Uncle Greg, Saint Dawn, Ozz and Glenda Sue (whom he found MOST interesting!) And he welcomed the arrival of his first little cousin. Miss Tilda!

I gotta say, the kid travels REALLY well! Every time he surprises us with how well he does it. WAAAAY better than his complainy Mumma. He has his own remote to play with. Some toys. People to ‘talk’ to and a bed to sleep in. What else could a little monkey need? Phenergan? Well, just this once. heh He’s a little champ! And people have asked, how do you keep a toddler amused at each airport while waiting for connecting flights? Simple. The escalator. Or as it’s known in our family, the Spike-O-mill! We just took it in turns to hold a hand (incase of accident and to pull him out of the way of silly people going the wrong way! D’uh!)

We had a fabbo time in Colorado. The snow tried to hold off but thought better of the situation and gave us a nice covering to play in. Spike was happy to put on his little leather jacket, “Jagg-et!” and hit the slopes/inclines/sidewalks! We did a lot of eating out too. He seemed to be quite fond of Mexican food. As Nancy and Roger were privvy too. Ditto the floor around him. LA is LA, no changes there but any time spent with our friends who remain in town is always good value. Uncle Copscotch is right on his wavelength. And the japes Uncle Gelder pulls with a plate of pasta? Well, Encore!

He continues to be quite tall. Quite blonde and curly. Not to mention, quite LOUD! He has a new found love for Playschool. Our friend Corinne was over the other day while he was watching it and she remarked, “Hey! They’re singing the same songs they used to sing when *I* watched it!” And she’s right. Noni can even be found hosting some days! PlaySchool is his bed time ritual. it’s the only thing he will sit still for. Until it gets to story time, then he’s off! If he didn’t devour his own books, I’d be worried! He’s also just started ’singing’ Twinkle Twinkle. Thanks to GrandMa who sings it to him. “Chinkle chinkle lil ss’aar. Par parbove the worl so so. Ike dy-mund sky. Chinkle chinkle ss’aar!” Put that with the hand movements and you’ve got yerself a bone fide Kodak moment. When they sang it on PlaySchool the other day (as I was trying to settle him down for his morning sleep) he lost his tiny bowl of nuts! “Mumma! Par parbove!” What a spazz! heh

He’s still yacking up a storm. A little English and some Chinese and a little Urdu as far as we can tell. All of it emphatically delivered and in full force over the phone. Most mornings begin with calling out for Daddy. Then brekky. Pretty soon after that he will find his socks and head for the front door.

“Papa?”
“No, no Papa today.”
“Awww!” [pause] “S(h)ooes? Car?”
“How about a walk to the park?”
“No.”

Then he waits for a while.

“Papa?”

He thinks Mumma has the memory of a goldfish! (Ok, some days she does. But HE shouldn’t know that!)

He’s still biffin’ shit off the balcony which drives us nuts. So we have a firm rule of taking his beloved dummy off him now if the balcony doors are open. “You can’t have both!” “Aww! Didi?” (see what I mean about the memory?) Another fave toy is his little blue and yellow bike. He corners like Mick Doohan and soars off the steps like Evil Kinevel! We took it for a run along the beach yesterday. Land speed records may well have been broken.

He’s just perfect. And it’s always going to be this good and this easy. Right? Right?! Hullo? Is this thing on!?

Mumma xxoo

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Stats Report

Posted on January 19th, 2008 by Spike.
Categories: one year old.

We sent Spike off for his regular maintenance. Had the tyres kicked and a quick look under the hood last week. (Only 3 months late… it’s like he’s baby #4!)

Results came back which show he’s at just under the 50th percentile for weight. 85% for height and bless ‘im 95% for head size. “His father is American, isn’t he?” You bet yer fruity arse he is!

Daddy says, “according to the statistics, you’re a balloon on a stick, son.”

He’s still got blonde ringlets that Shirley Temple would kill for and we all know she’s killed for far, far less. The eyes remain green or blueish in the right outfit. Eyelashes are like the ones a Drag Queen carries around in her make-up kit. Pale, pale skin and teeth like a vice. “NO biting!” He’s not really interested in the telly unless someone is singing or there’s music playing with just the hint of a beat. A beat he can never catch, bless his white socks. He is TOTALLY Pa’s boy (gawd, and I thought he was a suck up to Daddy!) and thinks Mardhi is hilarious when she tries to lick his face. She’s a “goo gorl!” Its true, she is. You can tell by the way she braces herself when he starts patting her.

Developmentally, he’s like every other genius baby. Walking, talking, dancing and compiling Zogby polls at an alarming clip. (doesn’t look like Hillary is going to be able to pull it off!) Currently, he’s VERY in to running into the room, pointing at you and telling you emphatically all about… stuff! Then unlike a comedian, he leaves! (great timing!) He’s still biffin’ shit off the balcony. Mac Robertson’s Lane is littered with small colourful, plastic blocks and toys. We don’t give him things now until we can determine whether or not they fit through the grill floor. Eh, it’s a living!

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Casserole, Fugger & Meow remain firm buddies. He likes Elmo enough but he likes Elmo more when we’re holding him! He loves, loves, loves his tent and tunnel combo. (actually, I noticed Fugger’s been posted at the doorway to the smaller tent all week. He must be some kind of big black stuffed Bouncer?) It’s been remarked, on more than one Gen X’er that the tent is like the cubby house you have when you don’t have to gather all the dining chairs together and cover ‘em with a sheet off Mum and Dad’s bed. Bath time is the bees knees AND the cats meow! He plunges, dives, splashes and floats. Lucky he’s not water soluble. I did break down and buy him a high chair (thanks Ikea) mainly cause he really does need to be restrained at times! We’re eating, we eating, we’re eat… no, we’re off! After the third head wound, I caved! As for food, he will eat just about anything. Cheese of course and he loves his bickies (they’re in the cupboard, he’ll show you where) loves his cereal and yoghurt. Has been known to put away bacon and eggs on toast for brekky and is quite fond of a salad sandwich (oh the mess!). He’s been known to drink a gallon of water a day! Is not too fond of peaches or anything sweet, really. He’s pretty good about feeding himself… if I could just relax enough to let him make a dogs breakfast of my beautiful dining table!

He’s always loved to press Daddy’s nose (which causes it to beep, der!) but lately he’s discovered that pressing Daddy’s ear causes a much lower toned and therefore MUCH more hilarious beeping noise. How Ben doesn’t have a ruptured eardrum by now I’ll never know! He’s still (gathering all the wood in the house, ready to touch it) sleeping really well, TOUCH TIMBER!!!! and napping through the day. Loves his books, scribbling on paper (still quite left handed) and lately unscrewing everything in or out of the house that could possibly be, unscrewed! Lids, cupboard knobs, door jams, bottle tops, toys…

Basically, he’s just a really happy little kid and if he keeps it up, one who just might find himself off the probationary list and on to the permanent staff roster.

Til later.

Spike’s Mumma xxoo

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Seriously? 11 months?!

Posted on September 10th, 2007 by Spike.
Categories: 11 months.

So funny.
So blonde.
So QUICK.
SO mobile. (walking properly started at 10 mnths 6 days)
21 odd lbs (9.780kg).
And about 30″ tall (74.7cm)
Very inquisitive and dexterous.

Newest tricks.

1) Gurgling. Proper gurgling. Fills his mouth with water, pops his head back and gurgles. Hilarious!

2) Singing. Pavarotti gets him going. Yes. Seriously. We discovered this with all the death coverage of Luciano – they invariably show a singing clip. Every time this happens, Spike stops what he’s doing (our taxes, rebuilding a diesel engine etc…) and sings along. B discovered a week or so earlier while watching Letterman that Spike would sing/grunt along to a certain bit of classical music on the show. Very, very funny.

3) Fetching & Carrying. This is by far, my favourite trick so far. “Ta for Mumma.” Object identified, retrieved and delivered – quick sticks! No piss farting around, no sign here Ma’am, just carried carefully then hurled lovingly into my arms (or their approximate vicinity). It looks like I wont need that helper monkey, after all!

4) Running. Full tilt. Will still drop to the ground to crawl like a streak of blonde lightening if you say, “Look out!”.

He remains very much Daddy’s little suck up. I keep telling him, “Mumma loves you more than Daddy.” But it cuts no ice. He just wants to be near Daddy. He loves his books. My Goldfish Wish is in perpetual rotation. I keep trying to slip in more Milligan that lyrically, he loves but the book itself just isn’t colourful enough to warrant 15 reads in one go. Stupid fish!

First disaster.

1) He has chipped a tooth!!!!!!! It’s not MY fault, I’m not the one who taught him how to box (he always leaves his guard down. It’s like he doesn’t want to win.). He doesn’t seem bothered by it – he will still eat a suckling pig for breakfast then pony up for whatever I’m having. Poor little bugger! It’s really gonna hurt his resale value.

Oh well. Guess we’ll keep him after all.

He makes me crazy with his cuteness, his open mouthed kisses and his hilarious burping. The stomping and yelling. The subtle way he lets you know it’s time to read. [Throws a book at you and piles into your lap.]

11 months ago I thought he was never coming out. I’m glad he did. He’s gotten quite tall!

Mumma xxxx

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