Squeakles continues to say more wonderful things. I'll try to update about that soon too. (Right now he's browsing through his truck book saying "A concrete mixer truck! A concrete mixer truck! What is that? A fire truck.")
But since I'm short on time, I thought I'd relay a weird story about my husband. (Hope he doesn't mind!)
Last night I reached over and hugged him as I was falling asleep (note: I was "falling asleep" for over an hour) and my hand touched something. It was a cylinder, maybe a can. I woke him up to ask what it was, and he looked down at it and said, "Pledge." It was a can of Pledge (spray for dusting) that had been near the bed. "I guess I thought it was important," he said. And then he put it on the nightstand and went back to sleep.