Our little lady will arrive in December in time for Christmas! :)
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Thursday, August 29, 2013
Our Little Lady
Our little lady will arrive in December in time for Christmas! :)
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Hudson 12 Month
Our little guy is a year old already! So crazy. He is fun to watch grow and figure things out.
He is 32 inches tall (still 85-90th percentile), 24 pounds (still 60th percentile) and she didn't tell me his head measurement but said it was right on his growth arc too.
Huddy Buddy is a flirt. Anytime there are girls around he makes sure to put on his charming smile and "look at me" eyes. It's extra disarming when he tilts his head at them. At the store the ladies call him the Blue Eyed Wonder.
He eats anything now. He LOVES grapes, anything chocolate and chips. At least he likes grapes, right??
Hud gets into everything, like most toddlers it's hard to keep him corralled and not on top of tables or in toilets. He keeps this pregnant woman on her toes.
If he eats anything that is in sandwich form (crackers, cookies or an actual sandwich) he always pulls it apart before it goes in his mouth.
He talks more now. The words we understand are Mom, Dad, baba for bottle, ba for balloon, yes, what, oh, that and this.
Hudson loves to point things out. If I ask him if he's poopy he looks around himself first as if to say "I don't see any!" then points to a near person or object to place the blame.
Huddy is our huge little joy. Whether he's smiley or cranky from teething he's got our hearts. We especially love his tight hugs and big kisses. We love you Huddy boy!
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Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Bragging
My husband is pretty much the best ever. Not only because he will wake up with our little boy at 1:30am until 5am to try to let me sleep, or even because he then will wake up with that same little boy at 8:30am when he is awake AGAIN (Yes, we had a very rough night). My husband does awesome things like this all the time. For example:
He recently started a new job---- YEAH!! Front Desk Manager at the Lake House in Chelan. It is now owned by Wyndham so that means opportunities for Travis to grow and progress within the company which we are stoked about. It's not a dead end job. They expect him to move up in the ranks. I love when other people see the amazingness that is my husband. Since Travis is being trained while the resort is going through the transition to a Wyndham resort there are several hiccups and bumps to work out and he gets to deal with more than his fair share of stress. But does my husband come home and complain for more than his allotted 20 minutes? Nope. He gets on the floor and plays with Hudson, spends time with me and does what he can to help out. I married me a good one.
He recently started a new job---- YEAH!! Front Desk Manager at the Lake House in Chelan. It is now owned by Wyndham so that means opportunities for Travis to grow and progress within the company which we are stoked about. It's not a dead end job. They expect him to move up in the ranks. I love when other people see the amazingness that is my husband. Since Travis is being trained while the resort is going through the transition to a Wyndham resort there are several hiccups and bumps to work out and he gets to deal with more than his fair share of stress. But does my husband come home and complain for more than his allotted 20 minutes? Nope. He gets on the floor and plays with Hudson, spends time with me and does what he can to help out. I married me a good one.
Busy month!
Grandma Rae, Hudson and I flew down to Arizona for five days during the middle of August. Little man was excited for the trip.
He wasn't the best on the plane and it reminded me why I don't fly alone with him. Boy likes to move and hear himself. It's a good thing he's so cute.
Once we got to the condo he wanted to call "Dad." Apparently I was eves dropping and he didn't approve.
Day two we went to Montezuma Castle which was fun to see. HUD enjoyed the people watching and running around.
We went up to Sedona to shop and eat at a delicious Mexican restaurant where Marissa apparently betrayed Huddy by feeding him a burrito.
Back at home he dressed up nice for church. Aunt Katie sent this outfit. Thanks Katie!
He enjoys kisses
And loves giving them!
After a week away he was happy to chill with his daddy and watch motorcycle racing.
My cool little guy.
Hudson got a high fever for a couple days and would not eat. He did want a lint of mtn dew though. No, I didn't give him any.
My poor sick guy. He's still working on getting his appetite and sleeping schedule back on track.
I love him.
And his daddy!
He wasn't the best on the plane and it reminded me why I don't fly alone with him. Boy likes to move and hear himself. It's a good thing he's so cute.
Once we got to the condo he wanted to call "Dad." Apparently I was eves dropping and he didn't approve.
Day two we went to Montezuma Castle which was fun to see. HUD enjoyed the people watching and running around.
We went up to Sedona to shop and eat at a delicious Mexican restaurant where Marissa apparently betrayed Huddy by feeding him a burrito.
Back at home he dressed up nice for church. Aunt Katie sent this outfit. Thanks Katie!
He enjoys kisses
And loves giving them!
After a week away he was happy to chill with his daddy and watch motorcycle racing.
My cool little guy.
Hudson got a high fever for a couple days and would not eat. He did want a lint of mtn dew though. No, I didn't give him any.
My poor sick guy. He's still working on getting his appetite and sleeping schedule back on track.
I love him.
And his daddy!
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Happy Hudson
This video will make you happy. Promise. All I was doing was looking at him so apparently I look really funny.
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Sunday, August 4, 2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
Happy Birthday Son
Dear Hudson,
About a year ago this time, your mother was laying on an operating table while a team of doctors got ready to cut you out of her body. Your Grandmomma Susie and your Aunt Sarah are just minutes from touching down at Spokane airport. Everyone in our little world was focused on your impending arrival. Your momma was a trooper; just a little sleep and no food in several hours. The only thought in her head was finally having you in her arms. Your Grandmomma RaeAnne and I were right there in the room with you. Mama Rae was taking pictures and your daddy just doing his best to project calmness and positive feelings for your sweet mother.
At pretty nearly precisely 12:30 am, your grandmom and aunt touched down and the doctors finished pulling you out of your mother. I watched the whole thing over the sheet that had been erected. The nurses were concerned I'd faint or something, but there was no way I'd not watch over your entrance into this world. Your mother, sneaky little woman, watched you in the reflection on the glass of the equipment cabinets in the room.
You were pissed. Like, totally ticked off at the lights, the cold, the hands of the doctors, everything. You weren't screaming and hollering a whole lot, but I could just tell you were trying to figure out the best way to convey your total indignation. The guy who was weighing you and cleaning you off a bit asked if I wanted to cut your cord. It had already been cut by the doctors, now busily involved with sewing your mother back up. Well of course I wanted to. It's a father's duty, and a father's privilege.
Once that ceremonial duty had been attended to, I got to finally hold you. Holy cow were you tiny! So small, so very helpless. I took you over to your mother so she could see the result of all her hard work. Our world changed in the moment, my little man.
You've grown so much, I almost can't believe it. You're so busy. You're into everything. You rarely sit still, rarely moments spend in quiet reflection on the wonder of the world around you. No, you reflect on the world by getting in it's face and most likely trying to take a bite out of it. You yell, you holler, you scream. You still have so much to say and not really sure how to say it. You are an evening's worth of entertainment, all by yourself. You drive your cousins crazy, you wear your poor momma out, and you like to bounce on your daddy's head.
You are a blessing to our lives, my little man. You bring happiness and joy, in ways I did not know could happen, before you were born. I love watching you cuddle with your mommy, give her hugs and kisses, and laugh when you see her. I love being able to see you wake up in the morning, going from full zombie to full attack in less than 30 seconds. You're a big flirt, you drool, you like to pull apart the sandwich cookies before eating them. You can't stand being left out of things, especially Mommy/Daddy cuddles. As I write this, you are downstairs snoring and drooling on your poor Mommy. You are blessed to have her little man. One day you may begin to appreciate just how special she is, and how much she loves you.
You are loved Hudson. By so many people, in so many places. You are here by the efforts of those you will know, and those you may never know or remember. So many prayers have been sent Heavenwards for you, and so much thanks given. We all have high hopes and dreams for you, whatever your path in life is to be. You are so like your mother, and (I'm told) so like your daddy. And yet, you are very much your own person. I look forward to seeing that person grow and progress.
We love you son. Happy Birthday!
Dad.
About a year ago this time, your mother was laying on an operating table while a team of doctors got ready to cut you out of her body. Your Grandmomma Susie and your Aunt Sarah are just minutes from touching down at Spokane airport. Everyone in our little world was focused on your impending arrival. Your momma was a trooper; just a little sleep and no food in several hours. The only thought in her head was finally having you in her arms. Your Grandmomma RaeAnne and I were right there in the room with you. Mama Rae was taking pictures and your daddy just doing his best to project calmness and positive feelings for your sweet mother.
At pretty nearly precisely 12:30 am, your grandmom and aunt touched down and the doctors finished pulling you out of your mother. I watched the whole thing over the sheet that had been erected. The nurses were concerned I'd faint or something, but there was no way I'd not watch over your entrance into this world. Your mother, sneaky little woman, watched you in the reflection on the glass of the equipment cabinets in the room.
You were pissed. Like, totally ticked off at the lights, the cold, the hands of the doctors, everything. You weren't screaming and hollering a whole lot, but I could just tell you were trying to figure out the best way to convey your total indignation. The guy who was weighing you and cleaning you off a bit asked if I wanted to cut your cord. It had already been cut by the doctors, now busily involved with sewing your mother back up. Well of course I wanted to. It's a father's duty, and a father's privilege.
Once that ceremonial duty had been attended to, I got to finally hold you. Holy cow were you tiny! So small, so very helpless. I took you over to your mother so she could see the result of all her hard work. Our world changed in the moment, my little man.
You've grown so much, I almost can't believe it. You're so busy. You're into everything. You rarely sit still, rarely moments spend in quiet reflection on the wonder of the world around you. No, you reflect on the world by getting in it's face and most likely trying to take a bite out of it. You yell, you holler, you scream. You still have so much to say and not really sure how to say it. You are an evening's worth of entertainment, all by yourself. You drive your cousins crazy, you wear your poor momma out, and you like to bounce on your daddy's head.
You are a blessing to our lives, my little man. You bring happiness and joy, in ways I did not know could happen, before you were born. I love watching you cuddle with your mommy, give her hugs and kisses, and laugh when you see her. I love being able to see you wake up in the morning, going from full zombie to full attack in less than 30 seconds. You're a big flirt, you drool, you like to pull apart the sandwich cookies before eating them. You can't stand being left out of things, especially Mommy/Daddy cuddles. As I write this, you are downstairs snoring and drooling on your poor Mommy. You are blessed to have her little man. One day you may begin to appreciate just how special she is, and how much she loves you.
We love you son. Happy Birthday!
Dad.
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