Pleased to meet you, it's been awhile.
Darlene says it's my turn to write something. It's funny because this whole blog thing was probably my idea and yet I'm the least inclined to write in it, and I have no idea why.
I think it's because now that I have a son, I realize what an awesome and terrifying and wonderful thing that is, and I'm afraid that I couldn't ever write anything to do it justice.
Also, I'm absent-minded.
But Hudson is SUPER FUN nearly all the time. He giggles, he grunts; he stares into his world, nonplussed and occasionally glazed over (especially after a meal). He is easily distracted by shiny things. He really likes it when I make ridiculous noises that sound like I'm gargling a mouthful of tadpoles.
He likes to suck on his arm. I've been told that this is normal behavior. I need to be told this, because it seems weird to me. I thought babies were supposed to suck their thumbs (see above picture). Hudson rarely gets to his thumb. I'm not sure if he really knows it's there...he just goes straight for the whole arm.
I asked Darlene if it's early enough to tell if our son is, well, you know...dumb. Like maybe he just lacks the brainpower to discern between thumb and forearm. This is why I need to be told things. I make wild assumptions, and my imagination makes me ask awkward questions about four-month-old babies, such as: "can you tell if a baby is dumb?" What kind of parent asks questions like that?
This kind of parent. Sorry.
It's a wonder anyone puts up with me and my far-fetched theories. Of course Hudson isn't dumb. It is, however, probably quite true that his hypothalamus or his hippocampus or his whatchamathingy or some other high-tech brain part isn't developed enough to allow him tighter control of the 'ole limbs, hence the arm-sucking. He's probably aiming for the thumb and his brain quits in mid-flight and his hand veers off to the side, planting the whole thing square in his maw. He doesn't seem to mind.
He also likes fabric. When it comes to putting things in his mouth, Hudson likes skin, or fabric. We got him some toys that have soft rubber/plastic surfaces, but he doesn't care for them. Nah, he just goes straight for the closest fleshy thing he can find (even noses!), and failing that, he'll suck on a burp rag or a pull cord on his Dad's hoodie.
It occurred to me that that there's a material which is both like fabric and like skin, and could give Hudson the best of both worlds: leather. I suggested to Darlene that we wrap all of his toys in leather, but she didn't go for it. There might have been some cost issues involved with that plan. Instead she got him some toys that have fabric parts. I'm sure he'll love them.
His
farts toots are often loud and wet, and he appears to save the best most epic blasts for the middle of church when the deacons are passing the Sacrament and everyone is trying to be reverent and thoughtful. You know, everyone has their heads bowed and we've just finished singing a beautiful hymn and RIIIIP there goes Hudson! At least they know we're feeding him regularly.
And now you, Dear Reader, know all the inconsequential minutiae that run through a father's head and end up on the page when his wife tells him its his turn to write on the blog.
See you in three months!
Friday night was an adventure for Hudson. We took him to a soccer game. Our "Stupid Relatives" (the Weavers) were up from Saint George because Nick had a couple of soccer games.When we got there the weather was great. Not too cold and just a little bit of a breeze. We parked on the wrong side of the school and had to walk quite a ways. I felt bad for James, he was carrying the car seat because Hudson was asleep and he is definitely not as light as he used to be. When we finally got close to where our friends were we saw that there was a parking lot directly behind them. Whoops! So we sent Mom and Cindy back with keys to move our cars for us. They are so nice! We got ourselves settled and started cheering for Nick and the wind picked up and it started getting colder. Hudson wasn't sure what was going on. We had blankets on him and around him and were even trying to keep the wind out of his face by putting one over him like a tent. It was quite entertaining to watch him try to get to the grass and everything around him despite the strange conditions. That worked for a little while but he started to get cranky so we took him home. But we did get to see about 20 minutes of the second half and found out later that they won the game! Woo Hoo! Go Nick! It was a fun experience and I can't wait to spend more time with him outside as it gets warmer!
Trying to keep him warm.
