Da-Dee

Mike is away in London. This morning H came running into the bedroom saying, 'Da-deee!' and got on his tip-toes to see if he was in bed. When he didn't see him there, he looked in the bathroom. I explained that Da-dee was away for a few days, on a plane! but that he would be home soon.

We got downstairs for breakfast and I was checking email on my phone. When Hudson saw me with the phone he pointed and again said, 'Da-dee!', meaning he wanted to see his favorite picture of Mike.

I showed him the picture (below). He got a huge smile on his face and gave the phone a sloppy kiss.

Tantrums have started

We've entered the Terrible Tantrums. But they are really not terrible, they are hilarious. This is the first one I've managed to get on (digital) film. As with most of his tantrums, this one was sparked by either:
1. not being allowed to go outside
2. not being allowed to walk around all day with a pacifier in his mouth

He should choose his location more wisely. When I have tantrums I do it on fluffy carpet, not on the mudroom floor next to a dog bowl.

















































These pictures are all crappy since they were taken with my phone. The camera was somewhere too far to walk.

Hudson's new recliner. Max says, 'If I knew my golden years would suck this bad I would have run away years ago.'.



















































Yesterday we went for groceries and Hudson grabbed for a nectarine. I let him eat it - yes it was unwashed and no we hadn't paid for it yet. It was better than a tantrum (see photos, above). This morning he wanted to eat another 'ball' for breakfast.

Cuteness Overload

Weekend Photos

Hudson discovered Daddy's bigger, better sticks.

Still a lefty. Extra points for hitting Timber.

Someone in our house is clearly taking too many business trips when this behavior is being imitated.

Zöe came over to hang out on Saturday night while Miss Julia babysat and the adults went to dinner at Gravy, a new restaurant downtown.

Had to take a picture of this. Sunday morning breakfast.

I think he's a natural

Look at that stick handing!