Thursday, September 06, 2007
Meet the Goober.
It has been pointed out to me - gently - by several readers that she's not a baby any more. And I know that. I've been boggling over it for about six months now. And while I will always call her Baby from time to time, I thought I should find something different to call her here on the blog. I figured I'd do it on her birthday.
That's today. She's two. (Today is also Einstein's birthday. I have finally found an explanation for the hair.)
Anyway. Back in the day, when I was pregnant, we started calling the baby "Goober". That's an old-fashioned American term for peanut, and at the time, she was about the size of one, and we had no idea of gender, or a name to use, so we started the baby Goober.
Then, when I had her, she wasn't much bigger than a peanut (okay, she was eight pounds, a good-but-average size for a baby) so we kept on calling her Goober.
And she was just so happy and so good and so cute, she needed a cute nickname. (She's about three months old in the photo below, and she's eyeing the cat. Note the "Future Knitter" tee shirt.)
So, now it's official. On the internet. Happy birthday, Goober. I don't know what I did without you.
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