If you're in my house for long enough you'll hear me call Ford, "gush". It originally started when he was a baby, he was the squishiest and gushiest little thing... hence gush. He was (and is) simply squeezable. The name just stuck and he is now known as "Fordy Gush".
Here's a little series of Gush. Enjoying some oranges in the yard today :) He's so fun.
And I must make a note, he was insistent on wearing the crazy colored vintage button down shirt today.
I just love you Fordy. I really can't squeeze you tight enough or hold you long enough. You are so sweet and so wonderful. I love spending my afternoons eating oranges with you and playing outside in our yard.