When my niece (officially named Kara Marie) was born my brother promptly said, "I will call her squishy and she shall be mine and she will be my squishy."
It was kind of like self-fulfilling prophecy because she is a very squishy baby.
Her nicknames have grown to include squisherdoodles, squishface, the squish, and any other variation on the word squish you can think of. Literally, every other variation.
She has huge cheeks and thunder thighs, and she is just the cutest. When she really smiles it goes all the way up to her eyes, and she isn't even afraid of me anymore. Also me and the Squish have matching noses, which she is more than thrilled about (ski-jump!)
On Wednesday, we sat outside at Bear Lake and I read Harry Potter, (I am reading them backwards, it is a whole new series) while squish refused to stay in the shade and play with her toys. Instead she just wanted me to pick her up and take her to the water. Bliss.
2 comments:
oh my heck i love her. i want a squishy just like yours. i miss you friend
aaaaaaaaa squish! dying.
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