Mmmmm

What is so good about drinking from a washcloth? Watching Hudson in the bathtub takes me back to the good old days before I realized how gross it is to drink your bath water. God must give children iron stomaches.


Also, in honor of Jenny's mishap with the clothing, or lack thereof, I thought I'd share one of my own from this morning.

I awoke this morning to a loud crash and Hudson wailing. Dan was already taking care of him but I had to rush to see what had happened. I throw back the covers, jump out of bed, intending to bound down the stairs like a gazelle to my precious baby. In all actuality, I am more like a blind, handicapped bat for the first 10 minutes I'm awake. My body resists the movement and my joints and muscles remain something like jello while I bounce like a pinball from wall to wall in efforts to begin each day. So this morning in my panic to get to Hudson I turn the corner to rush downstairs and overestimate the depth of the first step. What came next was the longest & bumpiest ride I've ever taken. Dan thought for sure Armageddon had begun as with each of the 14 steps I bounced over the thud of my rear end sent reverberations though the entire house. I held on to the handrail to slow my speed and thought all the while "this is the slipperiest carpet, who knew carpet could be slippery!". Thankfully neither Hudson or I were truly hurt, although I have a strawberry on my hip, elbow and thumb as battle scars. Ten minutes later as Dan left for work he couldn't help but laugh as he asked if he should stay to babysit his two accident prone family members. Poor Hudson, he comes by it honestly.