Here’s another great post about things Munch used to do and say when he was 4. He is still a hilarious kid, probably not as pushy. But, he’s mine.
It’s been a full three weeks since we took Munch’s binky away. Can you believe that he hasn’t asked for it at all? I was so shocked that when I told my mom, she couldn’t believe it. She had me convinced that Munch would need a “binky patch” similar to a nicotine patch to break his addiction for his binky. But, thankfully he didn’t.
I attribute this success to the fact that I didn’t succumb to the pressure of other folks (doctors, dentists and people who don’t know my son) by telling me to take it away now. Munch wasn’t ready. I prepared this take-away by announcing it on a regular basis, that you’re going to be four and when you’re four, you can’t suck a binky because binky’s are for babies. I think more than anything, that he finally figured it out and accepted that he was too old for his binky and that he really didn’t need it.
So, since it’s been almost a month since he turned four, I decided to share some of his mutterings, stories and sayings. Munch has always been a child who knows what he wants, but sometimes it can stress even the most sane parent when he goes on and on. You will see. Here are a few of our stories:
When getting Munch ready for bed…
“Mommy, look at my wee-wee.” I replied, “It’s a penis Munch, not a wee-wee.” He restated, “No, it’s a wee-wee.” I looked at him and said again “It’s a penis Munch, not a wee-wee.” He said “No, it’s a wee-wee.” Not willing to engage in a back and forth, I asked “What’s wrong with it Munch?” He replied, “It looks like a brown crayon.”
When learning to share…
“Munch, you need to learn to share your stuff. Don’t make people ask you for something. You need to offer to share first.” Munch looked at me and said, “But, Mommy I don’t want to share. It’s mine and why can’t they get their own.”
When asking me where I’m going…
“Mommy, where are you going?” “No where Munch” I replied. Five minutes pass and he asks, “Mommy, where are you going?” “No where Munch” I replied again. Five more minutes pass and he asks again, “Mommy, where are you going?” Frustrated I respond “No where Munch and you better not ask me again where I’m going or I will leave.” He looks at me and then turns to his dad and asks, “Daddy, where is Mommy going?”
Munch and the gift
Munch is now at the point where he loves how you react to him when he makes something for you. Well, for Mother’s Day, he painted the most beautiful picture at day care. I told him how much I loved the picture and I was going to get it framed. I told him thank you so much and he started to cry because I loved it so much.
The next day, he went to church school. They had his class create Mother’s Day cards for their moms. Munch handed me the card when I came to pick him up. I smiled and said, “It was the most beautiful card I had ever received and thank you.” He said, “Mommy, it’s a present for you. I made a present for you.” I said, “Thank you love.” Over the next four days, Munch would repeatedly say, “Mommy, it’s a present for you. I made a present for you.” He said it a total of 35 times. I would reply, “I know sweetheart. It’s beautiful. Thank you.” Well, when he said it for the 36th time, I said, “Munch, I know you made the beautiful card for me. I love it. But, if you tell me one more time that you made a present for me, I’m going to scream.” He looked at me and then turned to his dad and said, “Daddy look! I made a present for Mommy.” My husband laughed and said, “Son, it’s beautiful.”