Littlest Ski Bum

 

Hudson got his first pair of skis for Christmas this year, his Daddy's idea of course, and decidedly likes them much to my surprise. He spent a good 45 minutes tromping up and down the greenbelt trail behind out house on Tuesday having a blast. The weather was dreadfully cold and we (ok, I) kept trying to get him to come inside only to hear a little voice say, "No! More ski!". I suppose it is safe to say "like father, like son" in this case, for last night after a day of being sick with the stomach virus Hudson sat watching Dan gather his gear for some last minute night skiing at a local resort. When Dan told Hudson he was going skiing, Hudson promptly perked up wanting to go along saying, "Hudson ski". Beaming with pride Dan told me it was one of his new proudest moments as a father. All I can say is that it is a good thing I'm having a little girl :)

 

About to tackle the big hill out back

 

Tromping through the backyard

And so it begins

I am starting to get excited, thirty five weeks down and only four remaining. Up until this point I've been preparing as best I can for this little pink bundle soon to join our family, but I don't think it has truly sunk in as a reality...until tonight. A sweet friend, Stacy knocked on our door with this truly amazing gift. As I stood there looking at the pink gifts and little while cradle it hit me that a precious little girl would soon occupy our home. I couldn't help but smile then, and even now as I bubble over with an anxious excitement. Every child is a gift, but in my family of 3 boys, and Dan's family of all boys, there is something especially fun about the color pink entering my home, filling my closet, and laid out over a little bed.



Hudson and I have been talking a lot about the little baby coming to live at our house. Yesterday at the store we picked out two different kinds of pacifiers or "ba bas" as Hudson calls them. He carried the packages around today, smiling as I told him those were for him to give the baby when she comes home. He loves anyone smaller than himself, and would rather sit stroking their head or hugging their necks than play with the children running all around. Tonight as we talked about his baby who is coming soon he sat smiling and said, "hold it, baby". He is really looking forward to holding the her in his "rock rock" (rocking chair) giving her "big hugs". Even tonight for his bed time story he wanted to read the 1950's Golden Book story called "Baby Dear". It's about a little girl who takes care of her doll called "baby dear" as her mom takes care of the new baby sister. We laid on the bedtime pillow in his room reading it over and over, I think it is going to be a new bedtime favorite for the next few months.

Birthday Boy

My, how time has flown. I can't help but sit and wonder how my little boy is now a two year old. When Hudson turned one I was so excited, but this time around I am having a little bit of a harder time. I suppose this is one of many times I will endure the bittersweet feelings of watching my child, and soon to be children, grow. That being said, we had a wonderful time celebrating this milestone. In fact, we had such a good time we decided to celebrate it three times! The first was while we were in Texas, visiting my family. We had a cowboy themed party complete with Hudson's first pair of boots, stick horse, hat and sheriff vest, all of which he loved. I had brought a package of New Year's crackers so each one of us wore little paper crowns while feasting on cake and ice cream. Hudson sat, or stood rather, eating proudly with his fork each bite of cake.




Later, back at home in Alberta, Dan and I had a little celebration with just Hudson, this time with the defining moments revolving around watching Hudson blow the candles out over, and over, and over. He cared very little about his cake, and only wanted to "blowd it candas". So we lit and relit the candles at least 10 times. There really is nothing better than watching your child experience complete happiness and excitement.





The third and final party was with Dan's parents. Patty, Dan's mom, made the cherished "Lamb cake" that she used to make for Dan's birthday when he was little. Later that evening we pulled out a small helium tank and filled balloons much to Hudson's delight. He shook with excitement while watching the balloons float to the ceiling only to be pulled down by its string. He ran all over the house with his handful of "bayoons".

Let me try to explain...

Before I begin, I feel I owe an apology for my absence and laziness in blogging. You see, I am not creative by nature and when it comes to creative writing I am especially lost. I was always the student who needed to know all of the parameters and details before beginning a writing assignment. The worst thing a teacher could say to me was, "I'd like you to write a paper on whatever topic you'd like". Ahhh, what am I supposed to do with that? I could literally sit for an hour staring at the empty page just trying to get a sentence down, something, anything. So, all that to say I do not find blogging an easy task and though it should be, and sometimes is, I feel quite inadequate most times. Facts I can do, interesting, heartwarming, or funny is another story. So for those of you who are still with me, and willing to put up with a rather dry writer, I offer my renewed dedication of sharing our stories of life, love and laughter.

Without further ado....on with the stories!