Dear Hudson,
Six weeks ago you entered the world, and lodged yourself right into the core of our squishy hearts.
You have literally grown right before our eyes - packing on a pound each week - you are the milk junkie.
Your big sister Azriel is still delighted by your presence, and always directs me to feed you when you're crying - while smothering you with kisses and hugs every moment she can.
Your rascally goofy grin cracks me up every time, and your giggle is pure delight.
These are the wonders I know I'll remember... despite the sleepless nights.
...despite the screaming bowels of contempt.
...despite the insatiable desire to feed.
...despite the resulting constant supply of gas/poop delivered by you.
It's been a sloppy ride these first few weeks,
I thought the 'second baby' would be a breeze - a 'been there done that' approach.
But every child is unique, and so is the parenting.
Everything we did with Azriel:: has been undone and reformatted with you.
bassinet :: to co-sleeping
pacifier :: to complete rejection of soothers
scheduled feeds :: to demand/seeking to 'move' your bowels!
In either approach, we're seeking to love and raise you the best we can.
Now don't tell Hudson he's wearing pink (or his sister's hand-me-downs)... but I love doing these comparison shots!
[You may also recognise Azriel's magical tu-tu she still delights in].
Yes, these are the lil' hoots in our nest,
Mel ;o)
