this is squeaker

Later this week, the weeWeir will turn three years young.

For most of her life, she's had this little guy keeping her company in bed. From Moses basket, through crib (for about two nights), then cot to bed. In fact, since she was 6 weeks old, I'm pretty sure there have been two nights that she's not had him with her.

One of those nights is tonight. She realised (with a bit of persuasion) that squeaker was in desperate need of a wash. So he's been washed. And is hanging up in the boiler cupboard to dry.

He is squeaker.

He is an elephant.

He is now silent (he squeaks no more). But he is full of expression.

He is the weeWeir's best little toy.

And we can't remember who gave him to her...

Crucially, we've been unable to source a replacement, should the need arise. He is a BabyBoyds toy, if that means anything to anyone! I have memories of my favourite toy from early childhood. The most vivid being leaving it behind when out with Mum somewhere. I remember the distress I felt and Mum & Dad doing all they could to find it.


This is squeaker. Long may he remain in our home.