Bowling

Squeaker had her first bowling match this weekend at a birthday party. I am happy to report that she bowled an 87, the highest total in her group. Don't believe me, see for yourself!

The Animal Keeper

Many of you recognized that last week was the biannual beginning of classes post (when the Daddy person was so focused that he didn't even post and I'm sorry post). Over Christmas I reread some of the old posts from when she was just a little person. They were a lot of fun for me to write because she always seemed to do something interesting. She's still been up to her old tricks but they haven't always made it into the blog recently. So, here's what Squeaker was up to today: She put all her animals into cages and then with help put together their feeding instructions. Click on the pictures and see if you can figure out what they were eating.









Enjoy the week!

Christmas Redux

We, the editors of Squeakerpants.com want to say first that your assumption is wrong! Those lazy editors are not recycling a Christmas shot from last month. This is in fact a Christmas shot from this month. No, Squeaker hasn't gone orthodox, our first snow days of the year fell on the last days of school, so Squeaker's Christmas program was rescheduled. She did great, and if I get a chance, I will post the video later this week.

Enjoy a little Christmas in January! Have a good week too.

Pancakes for the New Year

Squeaker and I made pancakes Friday morning. Don't worry, the daddy person handled the hot part, but Squeaker mixed the batter and cut the pancakes into cute little shapes. Unfortunately she's a little under the weather again. Off to the doctor in the morning to get rid of this cold.

Merry Christmas!

A very merry Christmas from the editors here at squeakerpants.com.

Antidote for Winter

We here in Squeakerville have gotten our first real taste of winter. Fortunately this year it was a few inches rather than a few feet for our December snowfall. None the less, little girls who go out in the snow expect one thing when the get back.

HOT CHOCOLATE!

Have a good week. Enjoy the lunar eclipse tonight!

That's Why They Call Them Terrors...

Squeaker has had an eventful week by any measure. We had a fun evening this week watching the Daddy person's Alma Mater play basketball. We left before they lost, so she and I both had fun. We then caught the local production of the Nutcracker. Squeaker very much enjoyed the first three quarters, but by then was ready to leave. Unlike basketball, I wouldn't leave the ballet early.

In between was her four year old check-up. She's still on the 92nd percentile in height (which would be why I will let her leave basketball games early - I want her to enjoy them. The night before her check up she was worried about getting a shot (which she did). And that, we surmise is why she had a visit from the night terrors.

The do after all call them night 'terrors' and not night 'discomforts' for a reason. She was softly crying in her sleep and so the grown ups went in to comfort her. Our attempts mainly ended up getting her to cry less softly, but when we finally get her seemingly conscious, Squeaker asked for a cup of water.

Once she drank her shot of water, she asked for milk, and we brought her a glass. She drank down a decent sized glass of milk in single long gulp.

She then looked at me and screamed at the top of her lungs for about twenty seconds. Five minutes after that she was asleep. While I may sound callous, the next time, the Daddy person is not going to get her milk.

Have a good week.