Remember this post? Guess he thinks our garage is a nice shelter from the rain and cold. Isn't he just so cute?! I took SA out to see him and we actually gently touched him. He was slightly bristly but nothing like what I imagine a porcupine would feel like. The poor thing was probably terrified, but I didn't want SA to miss an opportunity to touch a real live hedghog! We went back later to see if he was still there, but he had left- (probably fled for his life!). With great disappointment, SA said, "Where's our hedgehog?" and then went out of the garage, looked under the bushes, and started calling at the top of her voice, "HEDGEHOG!!!!!!!" Needless to say, we haven't seen Mr. Hedgehog since then even though I have inadvertantly left the garage door open a time or two.
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Hedgehogs are adorable. P had this Gymboree outfit when he was about six months old: corduroy overalls, ribbed hoodie, socks, and waffle-knit onesie, all with precious little hedgehogs somersaulting across or in little detail. I was so sad when he grew out of it.
I hope you have a journal or way to preserve the blog because SA and CG have had some great experiences they'll want to hear about when they're older!
And very interesting about quiche being the pizza of France.
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