Hello, blog lovers. It's daddy, after a long hiatus, making a once-in-a-blue-moon post. Try to contain your excitement.
Hudson is quite a talker. He tends to speak in complete sentences, even in response to questions where one word will do. Besides that, some of the things that come out of his mouth are just funny. Here's a sampling of recent Hud-speak:
Telling momma to stop emailing daddy at work and come outside and play: "Hurry, momma, it's 6 o'forty!"
A trip to a local deli prompted these gems. After Hud and I sat down to wait for our food, I sipped my drink and ate a breadstick and looked around. Hudson did the same. We had been sitting silently for no more than two minutes when Hud looked at me and said, "Daddy -- Can you talk to me?" It was at that moment that I knew that Hudson was his mother's son. I could hardly stop laughing.
Later, while still eating our lunch, Aunt Rachel and Papa sat down with us. They both were eating chicken and dumplings. Rachel asked Hud if he wanted some. Hud responded (in a complete sentence, of course), "No, I don't want any chicken and ducks." Again, laughter all around.
Rosie gave Hud a toy bug collecting set for his birthday a few weeks ago. The set included a couple plastic bugs, one of which was a grasshopper. Hud called it a "hop-grasser." I know funny, and that's funny.