Munchkin Thomas is the reason I am Meme. He named me when he was just beginning to talk.
Munchkin's first picture! |
Thomas tore my world upside down and set it right at the same time. As he grew from that tiny ball of attitude he lagged some in developmental milestones basically from size, not for lack of ability. He was not ordered any type of PT or OT as he aged so I developed my own. He was my foray into homemade baby food and infant/toddler nutrition. His first meat, salmon.
Mmmm Toes! 10 months old on the way to Uncle Dustin's wedding in California. |
Once he started talking he never stopped! And he still doesn't stop, not even leaving time to answer questions before he is on to the next one! He's too smart from his own good on so many levels but still has some gestational catching up to do on others.
From day one Munch has had a stubborn streak to rival even the Davis' (that'd be my dad's family.) He will get his mind set on something and nothing will stand in his way. Not a nap, time-out, nothing! When he first started crawling he was very into everything, I know typical. He might have his mind set on something that he wasn't allowed to have for a variety of reasons. He was NOT to be deterred from his goal. Time out, he was back at it. Remove him from the room, as soon as he was back, you guessed back at it. One day in particular I remember he was just rotten stubborn. He went down for a nap but when he got back up, you guessed it...back at it! He actually had his first bloodshed throwing himself down in a tantrum over not getting to get what he wanted.
The Ocean! Orange County, CA |
When Munch was two and a half it was just him and I for a few months. His new sister was here by then and she went with his mom to Arizona to get settled in their new home where his step-dad was based for the Army. He went to be with them over Thanksgiving that year. During that time he was the inspriation behind that year's Nano Novel (What is Nano?) "Time Out Thomas the Terrible!"
Munch and Meme on the bridge between North Dakota and Minnesota. |
Munch is almost four and a half now. He's still tiny for his age, though tall. His verbal skills are off the charts, and not always in a good way. We've mastered the art of backtalk, mockery, and sarcasm. He's still my snuggle bug. And he will start kindergarten next year. Which scares me. Not just for him but for his poor teacher. And reminds me just how old I'm getting and just how quickly time flies by.
Big Pete and Little Pete |
Munchkin September 2012 |
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