chunky monkey

This is a "just because" post. Not much to blog about on this early Saturday morning...but sometimes all you need is a picture of chunky-monkey legs and baby toes to make you smile!

bad mama...

I won't win any "best mama" awards...cuz i apparently don't know how to cut Hudson's nails properly. No matter how short or often I cut them...he manages to scratch his face with his sharp little nails. Every time I turn around it seems there is a new cut or scratch on his face. This is the worst...on his nose, forehead, cheeks. Honest it's all him.

it's all worth it...

All parents-to-be say they won't change just because they have a baby. I said it. Numerous times. I thought I'd remain exactly the same as pre-baby, the only difference being that I had a little one in my life. Well there goes that theory!

Things that have changed about me since having Hudson (or otherwise known as "Things that make me a good mama"):

1. I don't wear lipstick anymore. Not because there isn't time to put it on. But because I LOVE to kiss my baby. LOVE LOVE LOVE IT! I kiss him a million times a day. I kiss him on the lips. I kiss him on his chubby cheeks. I kiss his stinky toes. I kiss his big, round belly. Lipstick would just be messy. And get on his delicate skin. So I have forfeited sexy lips in order to kiss my baby as much as I want...as hard as I want.
   
2. I don't wear perfume anymore. I have worn perfume everyday ever since I can remember, before having a baby. I used to say that I wanted to own a "perfume store" when I was a little girl. I love good fragrances. But wearing a million chemicals and then snuggling my baby seems like a bad idea. Maybe I'm being paranoid...but Hudson should smell his mama naturally, shouldn't he?
3. I keep my fingernails short. And polish-free. Low maintenance and kinda ugly...but I don't have to worry about scratching him with all the diaper changes, baths, changing his clothes...etc. we do everyday. There is this one picture of Anna Nicole Smith giving Dannielynn a bath, and her perfectly manicured fake long nails look pretty...but I couldn't help but wonder how many times she accidently poked her baby with them.
4. I wear comfortable & casual clothes now. I have stopped wearing "fuzzy" sweaters...wool, angora, even my favorite cashmere one from my sister...because the "fuzz" from these kind of fabrics "shed" onto Hudson's face. I am not exaggerating. I realized that I was pulling these fuzzies off of his face and mouth, because he was snuggling into my sweaters. So I delibrately wear basic cotton now. And my baby stays fuzz free.
   

Soooo...I know I look less posh and don't smell pretty anymore...but I won't complain...it's all worth it...just look at him...wouldn't you trade being "hip" for his kisses and snuggles???

Hudson's a Homebody

My little Stinker is a homebody. I got him all dressed up, put on some makeup myself...dragged my sick husband off the couch...to go out to my coworkers place for a dinner party last night. I was so excited to see my friends again. I envisioned eating, laughing, showing off cute, little Hudson. But my little Stinker had other plans. He preferred an evening of crying his eyes out. Yup...Hudson apparently doesn't like dinner parties. Little Bugger cried on and off the whole night. The only person who got to see his beautiful smile and hear his beautiful laugh was his papa, when they were alone together in the other room...away from all the other guests. Silly kid.

On another note...our new exercise routine is going for walks in the Baby Bjorn with Bosco. Hudson's eyes get big, and he looks around...staring at everything...taking in the world. Both my boys seem to have fun on our walks. Only part I'm not crazy about is croching down to pick up poo while "wearing" a 16 pound boy. Oh the things mama's do...

just bumming around...

What's new this week? Hudson LOVES sitting like a big boy in his Bumbo chair.

Where do I begin?

The Taylor Family!

Sarah in her pretty dress and cake

Hudson and Bob

Hudson in his big boy clothes

I think this may be the longest I've gone without updating my blog. This last week has been crazy. Where do I even start? Ummm, let's begin with last Sunday. We were honored to be asked to be Godparents to Sarah, Rob's niece. Her baptism was last Sunday in Montreal. We were planning on driving to Montreal on Saturday night after Rob finished work at around 3pm. Rob came home, wanted to take a little nap before leaving...and after all was said and done, we decided to leave early Sunday morning instead. Early for us is 9am. That would give us 2 hours to spare in Montreal before having to be at the church at 1pm. 9am came and went, and we were still running around getting organized. The story of our lives. We left an hour later than planned. 10am. Still enough time to get ready and nurse Hudson before having to be at the church. Enough time for Starbucks? Of course...there is always time for Starbucks when on a road trip. 10:30am...on the road, Starbucks in hand...listening to some music on the radio...when...the DJ mentions something about Daylight Savings Time. What?!? OH MY GOD!!! We forgot to turn the clocks ahead!!! We are SOOOOO late!!! Soooooo late. That makes it 11:30am, and the drive from Ottawa to Montreal is just under 2 hours. And we still have to get ready. Shit shit shit. We have to call Rob's brother and explain what's happening. He's understandably not impressed. We feel awful. Okay, new plan...drive FAST, skip dropping the dog off at Rob's parents house (his second home), instead drive directly to Rob's brother's place, jump into our "church" clothes, and go to church. This means NO time for ironing, NO time for makeup, and more importantly, NO time for nursing Hudson. Shit shit shit. To make a long story short, we arrive at Rob's brothers place at 1pm (the time we are all supposed to be at church). They couldn't even leave without us, because they had to let us in the house. We take 30 seconds to get dressed. Bosco is going crazy in the house...Richard has two golden retrievers that Bosco LOVES to play with. All three dogs are locked in the kitchen via babygate. Definitely no time to nurse poor Hudson (who has been cooped up in the carseat this whole time). I brought a white button-down dress shirt and army green cords to dress him in. Could you imagine if I had the balls to say "I know we're super late, and you're all waiting...but do you mind if I get Hudson out of his PJ's and dressed in his cute, big-boy, church clothes?" I wasn't that dumb. He was staying as is. So we finally get to the church at 1:15pm, walk in, and that's when Hudson decided he had had enough. Yup. My little guy was not happy. At all. Bawling little stinker. This was getting more and more stressful. I had to leave the baptism to nurse him a little. For the sake of making this story shorter, the ceremony went okay after Hudson had a little boob. Sarah was so good...didn't flinch at all getting the cold holy water and oily stuff on her head. We did it. It was over. Next came time for lunch at The Baton Rouge. Rob and I needed a pitstop at Richard's place first. To properly nurse Hudson and check on the dogs. We told everyone we'd meet them at the restaurant. We pull up to the house and realize we can hear Bosco barking. And sure enough...there is his little black goofy head at the front door window. Remember...he was supposed to be locked in the kitchen? Huh. We walk into the house and find that he's busted out of jail. Baby gate is knocked to the floor. And the funnier thing...both other dogs know they aren't allowed out and stayed in the kitchen the whole time even though they could have had free reign of the house. That's not our Bosco. We finally made it to the restaurant a half hour late, only to realize that everyone had waited for us to order their food. Arrrrg. Felt bad again. We could have joked that we were just getting them back for being late to our wedding...but Richard and Anita were the only ones who made it on time!!! Anyway, after everyone had some wine, a yummy meal, and some cake...good moods were back again. Whew!

And as for the rest of the week...
1. Visit Halmonie in Montreal
2. Halmonie gets sick with bad cold
3. Joyce gets sick with bad cold
4. Hudson gets sick with bad cold (his first one ever)
5. Life is soooo hard when you're the mama to a sick baby. Soooo hard. No time for blogging. Even now...I hear Hudson fussing with his papa.

done sleeping!

it's a good thing Hudson can't read yet...

Lazy weekend

It was a stormy weekend here...lots of wind...lots of snow...which has covered all of Bosco's old yellow pee spots in our backyard...now everything looks fresh and white again! Anyway we had a lazy weekend. We discovered that Bosco likes Baby Einstein DVD's as much as Hudson (especially when the "real" animals come on screen).

These are a few of my favorite things...

Things that make my life a little more sweet...

• my 400 threadcount sheets (don't mean to sound like a snob, but I would never go for anything less anymore)
  
• my "soyoungmother" designer diaperbag (it retails for serious $$$, but i LOVE it...a place for my cell phone, keys, wallet, and then of course all of Hudson's stuff).
  
• my non-fat, half-caf, light whip, cinnamon dolce latte from Starbucks (which Rob HATES ordering for me!). Yum.
  
• my new ring from "soniajung.com". This is the FUNNEST piece of jewellery I have ever seen!!! It's funky, weighty (amazing quality) and the best part is you change the stone/crystal to whatever suits your mood for the day!