The story behind our names
Our little blog has been going for quite some time now, so I thought it would be nice to write a little about how Beastie Boo, Plum and I got our names. Not our real names, but those that you all know us by, and those that seem to have stuck at home with mummy and daddy too!
This is me. I'm Munchkin, and mummy said I am the smile behind our little blog! Mummy started writing when I was just little and it was just me, mummy and daddy. It's hard to remember life before Beastie Boo now. Mummy and daddy have always called me Munchkin. Variations include Munch and Munchy Moo. I answer to all three! My nickname, in case you haven't made the connection, is the one behind the name of our blog. I am 4 years old, and therefore our home is MY patch! I like to think that I make the rules around here. Mummy and daddy just think they do! Hence, our little place on the blogosphere was named The Hart of the Munchkin Patch, with Hart not being a spelling mistake, but our surname.
Munchkin Hart ... that's me!
This is Beastie Boo. She is my little sister. There are 2 years and 9 months between us. She was nicknamed Beastie when she was just a few hours old as she would chew on her fist and growl as she did so. The nurses at the hospital were convinced that she was born teething ... but we knew it was just because she was our little monster! Variations of Beastie's name are The Beast and Rosie Posie Beastie Boo (<-- that one was all my idea!), but she is most commonly called Beastie Boo by all of us! And every day, she continues to live up to the name!
This is the most recent addition to
my our Patch.
This is Plum!
Plum was born just before Christmas, meaning there are 4 years and 3 months between me and him, and just 18 months between him and Beastie. When mummy and daddy first told me that I was going to get another little
recruit, minion, brother or sister, I asked lots of questions. I needed to know everything! Being a whole 18 months older than I was when my first little sibling was in mummy's tummy, I was much more interested about what was going on, and a lot more aware of what to expect. One of the things I liked to know was how big our baby was getting. Right back at the beginning, when mummy and daddy shared their pregnancy news with me for the first time, mummy told me baby was the size of a plum. A tiny plum. Our Baby Plum. And so it stuck. Right from very early on in mummy's pregnancy, Plum was known as ... Plum! Variations of his name include Plumlet and Charlie Plum.
I think it suits him!
So there we have it. The stories behind our names.
Do you have any nickname tales ...?