So many things are passing me by that I mean to blog about, but haven't found the time for. There was J's parents visit here a couple of weeks ago, and a more recent weekend visit with my parents. I have pictures from both, but no time to post them.
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.
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.
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