life in munchkinville

Our bustling, midgeted human has blazed through his second year of life, turning two at the end of this past October. He was born just in time for Halloween.

Among his many recent discoveries is that the volume at which he yells my name is in direct proportion to the likelihood I’ll interrupt E mid-sentence to respond. Generally, the progression goes from “daddy?” to “Daddy?” to “DADDY!!!” I’ll answer “Yes, munchkin?” and he’ll point out the window at a passing vehicle and very matter-of-factly say, “Truck.”

And a truck it is. He should know, he’s absolutely obsessed with them. And airplanes. And trains. And cars. And pigs, and cows, and elephants, and giraffes, and dogs, and cats. And he can name them all, and make their noises. He can also identify “cupcakes”, and knows that the answer to “What does the cupcake say?” is “Yummmmmmm.”

Unfortunately, while he is also good at pointing out and identifying our neighbors’ animals, the response to our pointing toward a particular black and white cat from the next block and questioning, “What is that, L?” has shifted to “MINE!” coupled with a “gimme” beckoning hand motion.

And every once in awhile, he slows down enough for us to snap some photos. Whether he’s sneaking through drawers…