Saturday, May 19, 2012

The story of Melmo

Michael Anthony Gallman. Named after his grandfather and father. A name destined for greatness. But in a matter of two years Michael evolved into Melmo. And here's how.

I've never been a fan of Elmo. In fact, I didn't like Elmo at all. Whats to like about a giggling, squeaky voiced red monster that for a short time caused utter chaos at Christmas. Give me cookie monster any day. But please no Elmo.

However, Michaels brother, JW, had one Elmo toy. That was a haha funny for Valentines day years ago. Out of all the toys that fill our house, the one toy Michael became fascinated with as a baby was this talking, kissing, giggling Elmo. He was so fascinated, his first word...before mama or dada...was Elmo.

Over time I've grown rather fond of the little red monster that makes my baby boy's face light up. Two months ago Michael started learning people's names. Every time it came around to him he would grin and point to himself and say "Melmo". Hence the nickname that has officially stuck.

Now Melmo is no longer my BABY Elmo fanatic :( but a soon to be 2 year old Elmo fanatic. One who's personality is a lot like the little red monster I once disliked. It's funny how things change! Sadly, I hope he doesn't grow out of his love for Elmo anytime soon. Because then and I'm sure then, he'll be grown and liking things like girls and have obnoxious friends. Friends who I'll gladly trade in for his buddy Elmo. :)