It's going to be a challenge...

Hudson is 9 months old. He's been sleeping in our bed since my dad's anneurysm. It originally started because we had many people staying with us in the beginning, and we didn't want him to wake everyone up when he cried in the middle of the night. Especially since everyone was already so stressed and lacking sleep. Almost 5 months later...he's still sleeping with us. And every night, I say that it's going to be his last...that he's going to go in his crib...but...it's hasn't happened yet.
And it's going to be hard.

Our bed:
1. cloud-like memory foam mattress topper
2. 400 thread count, egyptian cotton sheets
3. down filled comforter
4. feather pillows
5. snuggles with mama and papa
6. boob on demand

Crib
1. plastic mattress that makes crinkling noise with every movement
2. cotton sheets with no mention of thread count...can't be good
3. polyester filled comforter
4. no pillows (not safe for babies)
5. snuggles with stuffed animals
6. wake up and cry for boob

he's no dummy...there's no comparison.

and this morning...i woke up to find his head on my pillow. i always put him in the middle of us, in the middle of the bed, with his head on the mattress. i felt him squirming, moving around a bit, but i just ignored him and kept sleeping. i guess he managed to squirm his head up to the pillow. he looked so cute and comfy.

9 months old and I'm still breastfeeding and co-sleeping. who would have thunk it?

isn't he sweet?

He mastered crawling (forward that is) and he LOVES it! Gets into all sorts of things he shouldn't be getting into...who doesn't love that? He also got his first tooth last week...and i see another one coming. These 1 and a half "nubs" have already made him turn his head at mushy baby food, and want to eat food with texture (Cheerios...at the recommendation of Susan, cut up fruit, etc.). I can't believe how much I love this little stinker.

hooked...

Part of my Sunday ritual is reading this website...it's especially good today (everything is better with music)...

sometimes it makes me happy...
sometimes it makes me sad...
sometimes optimistic that the world is genuinely good...
and sometimes not...

regardless, it's crazy how much you can "feel" about someone, in just. one. sentance.

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My Cutie

kissable lips...


pinchable cheeks...


isn't he yummy?

my new do

i have mixed feelings about it...
i think it needs highlights to make it more funky.

Hot Squirrels...and Puppydog Tails...

It's CRAZY hot here! Crazy, insane hot. I opened the front door to get the mail, and it seriously felt like I was opening a door to a sauna. I am so incredibly happy that we got central air. It was worth every unpaid penny (we don't have to pay until Sept.'08)!!! Anyway, we were hanging out in the nice, cool, air conditioned family room...when I noticed that Bosco was overly interested in something outside. I looked outside to find...a squirrel lying on the ledge of our fence. It wasn't moving. It was just lying there, with it's little tiny legs dangling over the edge. I watched it for a while...seconds turned into minutes...which turned into more minutes...and more minutes. It stayed like that for almost a half hour. I wondered if I should go out and cool it down with the hose. Yes, I'm crazy. Yes, it NEVER would have stayed still for me to hose it down. I just felt bad for the little guy. Anyway...as I spent a few seconds taking pictures...guess who got into mischief???





I realized after taking a few pictures, that Hudson was unusually quiet. I looked down to find that he had discovered Bosco's tail. Cute, I thought as I took a picture. Then one second later...Hudson decided to bend down for a...TASTE!!! I reacted as fast as I could, but...not fast enough. Hudson put Bosco's tail right in his mouth. It came out soggy with drool.

P.S. Don't tell my mom. She'll freak.