Friday cuteness
I'm pretty sure this is my favorite new pic of baby Hudson Atticus. Hold on to your ovaries, ladies (and gentlemen whose parents were perhaps not totally honest with them).
My sister Jen made him this hat, which just goes to show that she too can't not be a crafty devil. But I'm pretty sure my favorite part of all this is his pose.
"Who, Meee? I won the Most Likely to Heal Your Soul with my Preciousness award? Really?"
You know what else heals my soul? Massages. And Ima bout to go have me one. We'll see if they can do anything about the spiny dragon hatchling that has burrowed into the back of my neck and is trying to kill me.
What they will not be allowed to touch is the huge, massive, weather-altering bump on my forehead--not unless they want the entire world to be sucked into a vortex of pain. Because I'm pretty sure that's the only thing that will satisfy this monster.
I think I'd better scroll up and look at the baby Hudson pictures again.
I'm Steph, a librarian and mom of 3 (not sure how that happened). Let's chat books, food, Sumptuous Literary Adaptations, poop, knitting and maybe some crazy Mormon Feminism.
11 comments:
He is the epitome of all that is good in the world. What a precious little guy!
That last one was me but I was signed in as Darren, which made it sound even weirder when I said that I knew Jenny was trying to get me to have another baby. *Snort*
So, here I am, saying that he is just so so so cute. I love that picture.
Oh, my word! He's all, "You're saying I'm cute AGAIN? You shouldn't have!"
Plus, the hat. I mean, come on.
I am going to frame this!
I love that his hand is making an effort at a nice Vulcan sign.
Okay, you lost me with the gentlemen whose parents weren't totally honest with them reference. What should I be accusing Ma and Pa of lying about? When they told me I was the cutest baby? When they told me I didn't have ovaries?
Are.
You.
KIDDING?
Cutest little boy pic ever. And I'm sayin' a lot, because my little boy was ADORABLE.
Wow. My soul was indeed healed, AND my ovaries burst, taking care of those lingering ten or so eggs I had left, which means I'm now through with those years and am going on to enjoy a hormone-induced-frenzy-free life. Thanks, baby Hudson!
He is very adorable.
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