Thursday, September 30, 2010

Worker....

Miles has decided that he wants to be a "worker" when he grows up. We have construction happening all around us in the neighborhood and James and Miles like to sneak onto the construction sites to see what they are doing, or play in piles of dirt. James always tells him that they have to wait for the workers to go home.

Here is Miles practicing his skills. Yep, there is actually paint on that little roller. He did a great job helping Dad spruce up the posts out front. Hopefully it will help the house sell.
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Miles loves Dad


Not too long ago life was all about Mom. Miles used to say...."no daddy, just mommy" well now the tune couldn't be more different. I think Miles has finally clued into the fact that Dad is a lot more fun than mom.....see
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Saturday, September 18, 2010

Hudson is 6 Months Old!!!!!

No, my little man STILL doesn't sleep through the night, and its not even close.....but he's all smiles, giggles (and whines) during the day. So we are surviving without sleep.
But, on to more important matters.....the Hudson turned 6 months old while we were visiting my family in Utah. The day after we got home the nurse did this to my boy....

Poor thing. Three shots and an oral vaccine. It was not a fun outing for him. And look how skinny his legs are getting! If you go back to 3 months old, you would agree with me. :) His stats were great. He is healthy and strong. He weighs 19 pounds 11 ounces (77th percentile) and 29.25 inches (98th percentile) and I forget his head circumference....poor second child.

His favorite thing is Miles, and if he can't get to him he will try to take any toy within reach and force it into his mouth. Dad comes in a close second as the fav, when James gets home he tries to jump out of my arms to get to him.

Exhibit A

He can roll, and scream, His laugh is so infectious and low compared to his extremely high pitched squeals. He has two bottom teeth and I am assuming from the amount of drool he has, that there are more on the way. He fell in love with his Popop on our trip to Utah. My Dad looked so tan and brown every time he was holding my little gingerbread man. No sitting yet, but we do see the occasional scoot. He can get himself on all fours, but it usually sends him backwards rather than forwards. He keeps us laughing, just like Miles does. Life is Good.
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