You may wonder why you are called Nugget, well, when you were just any itty bitty cell in Mommy’s tummy Daddy kept calling you a he or a she, so we needed a unisex name for when we talk about you (which happens a lot). Daddy picked Nugget, because it is what him and Mr. Russell use to call babies. Don’t worry; Mommy will have more input in your “real” name!
Well, it all started early in 2010. Mommy and Daddy went on a fantastic ski trip to Whistler. Mommy just felt like something was different; she was skiing like a beginner very timid and scared of falling. Daddy, on the other hand, had no trouble being adventurous, I’ve included a picture of him searching for his ski in the powder, you’ll have to ask him to tell you that story one day. It wasn’t until we returned home from our trip that Mommy knew something was really different, she made a yummy chicken parmesan dinner and spit out the first bit. I called Daddy and told him he need to taste the chicken to see if it was bad, he did and he ate all of it, so it turns out it was just the first of many food aversions for Mommy.
