dear son. hudson.

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)