A Very Hudson Thanksgiving

Rus and I returned Sunday from a Hudson/Chad hosted Thanksgiving. Lynn and Bill, Dad and Sarah, me and R and the 2 men of Texas.

From the photos though, you'd be forgiven for thinking there was only Hudson in attendance. The camera found him, he found the camera - a sort of magic and everyone else kind of dropped away...

Hudson's Thanksgiving Photos

Chad, with nanny-all-rounder Yvonne's help, is raising an amazing boy. Grandparents and in-laws rightly suspect he may be even beyond amazing to utter genius but for now, we can report that he is right on track with healthy + normal development, as well as showing the very definite signs of a lovely personality to boot.

Hudson:
crawls exceptionally,
raises himself to a sort of standing unreservedly,
tracks people with keen focus and full 360's of the little head,
babbles what may or may not be words,
has fleshed-out sturdily and maintained lovely skin,
nurtured 2 top and 2 bottom teeth, a lovely curling lock of hair at the back and wisps of gold/red hair all around (that poof up and blow back in the swing wind),
prefers plastic hangers, a Bud Light box and empty water bottles to fancier (and better suited) toys,
enjoys reading but, for the time being, would rather focus energies elsewhere,
is not convinced that sleep’s the best use of time,
snores just a little,
doesn't just look into your eyes but seems to peer very deep,
has the cheeks and magnificent thighs of Linds at his age,
does not like to eat cereal or sit in his high chair AT ALL,
ditto his diaper and outfits changed – as if being subjected to most ungodly tortures,
is gracious with all visitors,
hugs wonderfully,
loves his Dad,
makes us simultaneously miss and feel the presence of his mom.



Thank you Chad and thank you Hudson.

With much love

C