(I hear a grumbling in the background from my husband who points out that we've been paying to keep this blog active over the 19 months that I haven't been writing. So yes, this thing is still on.)
Last night we were looking back at old posts about Squeakles and thinking how wonderful it is that we have this record of his baby days. So why did I stop writing?
For one thing, life was just busy and it's hard to keep up. For another thing, Squeakles was getting bigger and better at so many things that sometimes I felt like I couldn't adequately capture it all.
But the main reason was that I got pregnant. And tired. And then had a baby. Who is now six months old. Hey, we can still be friends, right? In spite of the fact that I completely omitted telling you that I grew and birthed an entire new person? Sorry about that.
It's a girl, by the way. I don't have a blog moniker for her just yet, since I only, three minutes ago, decided to start updating this blog again. So I will wait until the next post to give you a proper introduction to her - pictures, birth story, and all.
In the meantime, I leave you with a funny little story about Squeakles.
Over Thanksgiving, J and I were visiting his family. As we were all tumbling out of the car to go out for lunch one day, my diaper bag tumbled too and with it my dSLR. Fortunately, my father-in-law was right there and he quickly moved himself so that he'd block the camera from falling to the street. Delighted and amused with his quick maneuver, he exclaimed "oh, you're lucky, your camera almost fell, but I caught it with my nuggets!" I responded with something equally odd, telling him that I had never been so glad for his nuggets. Amber half laughed and half grimaced at this conversation. But this phrasing really amused my FIL, so he retold this story at lunch several times to anyone who would listen. Squeakles did not seem to be paying particular attention, but sure enough, a day later, he piped up at lunch the next day, saying somewhat tentatively, "... nuggets?" He got silence in return, but might have noticed me stifling a laugh as I turned towards J. Emboldened, Squeakles said louder, "I caught it in my nuggets!" He got the reaction he was hoping for, so he told his joke several more times until we all finally pretended it was no longer funny. At some point I think that someone asked him what nuggets were and he answered something to the effect that they were something to catch with. His comments about nuggets occurred a few more times over the next days, but eventually faded away.
Until the other day, at home, he randomly said it again. During a Skype conversation with J's parents that night, we told them that the "I caught it in my n-u-g-g-e-t-s" story had resurfaced. Well, apparently Squeakles is on to us with the spelling because he immediately figured out what we were talking about. So he tried the line out again, but this time he joined us in "spelling" it - "I caught it in my b-s-t-s!" he cried out with a bit of a shriek at the impending hilarity he imagined.
We still haven't told him what J's father meant by nuggets, and we're just waiting to see whether Squeakles tries out his joke on my family in the next couple weeks.