pickles and shoes
I thought I would share with you this entry from my personal journal one year ago today. This is a sure sign that the little guy is growing up too fast because my immediate response was to think, “aahhhh, that was when he was just a baby!” I think it was also the week he earned the nickname “Pickle”.
Without further do:
| I walked into the barn. He looked at me. I looked at him. I burst out laughing.
There, on the floor, stood a little pickle with one shoe missing. Right in the middle of a puddle of water. That’s what we get for taking pickles to the barn. He smiled so sweetly though, with that sopping wet sock and that wrinkled nose grin. So I swept him up in my arms and deposited him into the playpen, wet sock and all. Then we played a fun game called, “Find the missing shoe”. |
(because who wants to just look at a chicken when you could hold one?!)
What nicknames did you have growing up?
Osica, my brother couldn’t pronounce Jessica for a while. Then Matt jumped on board calling me Os for a long time.
I never really had a nickname…I had a series of made-up names via my dad {Jessica Margaret MacAlany Millpro}. Yea.
I was called “Toad” or “Bean”. Oh yes…lovely aren’t they? *sarcasm* 🙂
My brother’s called me “Miss Priss” but I might have actually earned that nickname. Lol.
My dad called me “Boots” and then when we had a Brazilian exchange student who couldn’t pronounce my ‘th I became Bets. =)
Ah, I love it! Bets is cute. 🙂
Awww! You take such grand pictures! That is the CUTEST little boy! (besides my own, of course.) 😉