Hodgehegs was the mixed up word my second son used for hedgehogs. We’ve used it so much in our family I now have to stop and think before I write or say it. I don’t really have a reason why I used it as the name of our blog except that I like it. And I like the real thing too (unlike someone I used to know who ‘just loves’ frogs but wouldn’t be within 30 cm of the real thing because they are slimey).
My name is the only real name shown here. It’s an unusual spelling. I’d like to stress that as I was a baby at the time I had no influence on it’s spelling and therefore refuse to be held accountable to people who can’t spell or pronounce it. And I’m not that bothered if you can’t do either.
DB is my Dearly Beloved. We’ve been together for just over 18 years, married for 12 (good on us for getting married in 2000, making that one easier to remember).
Squidge is my 8 year old. He was given that nickname at birth. As new parents we were surprised that something so small could produce something quite so, well, squidgy, in his nappy. He also tended to squidge around an awful lot when trying to change his nappy, making for a squidgy mess.
This Dog Bruce (aka Bruce for short) is my 5 year old. His nickname comes from a children’s book that I remember having that title but can find no reference to anymore. This Dog Bruce was about a little dog who went around looking for fun but ended up getting in to mischief instead. It just has always seemed to suit him.
Apart from we humans, the hodgehegs household is made up of Bella the rescue dog and 2 chooks. What’s weird about Bella’s name? Not much but when we ‘rescued’ her, her name was really Bellar and we decided to drop the R. As for the chooks, Squidge named his Chickorita (inspired by Pokemon) and Bruce called his John, and sometimes Gravy. We just can’t help it but refer to John as “he”, even though we know full well he is a she.
What’s in your name?