Finding Lost City

Hey all, Hudson here. I took my first trip to "Lost City" in the Shawangunks today. I don't know why it's called Lost City... apparently everyone knows where it is. There was an impressive crew of boulderers up there today, including that guy behind me in the pic -- that's Carmine (or "lito" as my dad calls him). He's a cool dude. Here he's warming up and dipping his hands in his chalk bag. And that brings me to a good point: If I have a hand free, why would I put it in a bag of chalk when I can stick it in my mouth and chew? Hand in the mouth = pleasure time. But to each his own. Live and let spit, I say. 

Lost city was fun, though. The hike was grueling...for my mom, my dad, and my aunt...Hahahaha! What are you kidding me? I got carried in like a king. I got to focus on gooing and gahing at the babbling brooks, rocks, trees and sky. I was fed lunch in the cool shade of a giant boulder, while I watched everyone around me climb. And I slept in the quiet of a mountain breeze (well, when the crew wasn't screaming bloody flapper like a bunch of luhoooozers on moderate boulder problems). I was hovering in the arms of my mommy, my aunt Nicole, and my auntie Summer for most of the day, taking it all in. In fact, my feet never even touched the ground. That's some serious control technique my friends. How many people do you know get that kind of royal treatment? None I bet. Like I said before... king.

What else? I talked a lot today. I'm really starting to find my voice and I'm not afraid to use it. You know, it's been a cool couple of weeks. I'm really learning a ton. I get curious about stuff and then I just go for it. Sort of like Marky Mark was doing today, searching for watermelon colored tape in Lost City ... but not really. He's probably still there looking. I, on the other hand, have been finding the things I look for. And it feels pretty darn good.

Hudson

45 Degrees and Money

Yo, first I wanna give a shout out to all my homies who've been checking in on the blog. Second, I gotta stop talking like that...blame it on my dad. Every now and then he starts with the "yo wuttup", "word", "that's dope", "yeah kid"... I mean, what's he think? I'm only a little dude, you know? I'm trying to learn to speak properly, and THIS kind of stuff is bound to start rubbing off. Come on, now. He really thinks he's cool and in tune. He's about as in tune as his guitar, and if you ever heard him play then you know exactly what I'm saying. Crack Johnson... I'd rather listen to Dug screeching about riding a steel horse. 

Anyway, my blog. I almost forgot getting all carried away with that nonsense. Today was awesome! I was supposed to go to the Gunks and hang out by rocks and trees in the mountains but instead, for some reason only my rents could possibly know, I did absolutely nothing for most of the day! Thanks guys. I was bored out of my one-sie. That is until we went to Logan's house. Logan's house made everything better. He showed me a few boulder problems that his dad, Walter, put up on their new 45 degree climbing wall in the garage. Logan and I were cracking up because our dads were talking about how hard the problems were and that the holds were all tiny, but truthfully...buckets. The holds on that wall were buckets and Logan and I could've taken naps in them if we wanted to. Basically our rents are weaksauce. (But don't tell them we said that. They might get all bent outta shape like little Baby Einstein finger puppets). We couldn't climb though because...well...for starters I can't even walk yet, so that's a pretty big factor. So we just hung out for a while and then we had some dinner. I enjoyed a nice hearty bottle of Alimentum, with rice and Zantac, while Logan had the Apple-Pear sauce and carrot puree with a side of juice. We dined, I pooped, and that was it  -- we called it a night. It turned out to be a good day. And I think tomorrow I'm actually going to the Gunks. We'll see...yo.

Hudson   

Water Water Everywhere

...but I wouldn't want to drink the water I'm going to tell you about. Bathwater. I love it. There's something really amazing about taking a bath. First of all, let me explain the routine:

I spit up quite a bit during the day. It's just what I do. It doesn't really bother me, but it apparently bothers the rents because it gets behind my ears and makes my head smell like my food. Whatever. They're a little too much sometimes. Anyway, it's great for me because it means I'm going to get a rub a dub (which I learned is just a goofy way of saying I'm getting a bath). So, all the clothes come off and I get carried away to my warm tub. My feet get dipped first..hmm, that feels about right. And next thing you know I'm all in! Water in between my toes, my fingers, moving all around me...and dad usually holds my head while mom does all the soaping, sudsing and rinsing. Water feels soooo good. I could sit in there all night.

Then it's time to get out. I get wrapped up in any one of these towels (as you can see tonight I'm a frog here...ummm, great...I'm not gonna lie I feel kinda funny with a frog costume on in May). But, it's worth the 30 seconds of humiliation for the massage and baby powdering that comes next. I get serious spa treatment after every bath. What else could a guy ask for?

Oh, and the reason I wouldn't drink that water...well, let's just say sometimes I feel extra comfortable in the tub. Someone go and get me a Curious George book to read...or uh, maybe you'll have to read that to me. Either way -- Oh yeah!

Hudson

Crimpin' is easy.

Earlier today I was outside swinging my arms around when I suddenly found my fingers curled around mommy's bottom lip. I pulled. And she said, "Ouch! OH that hurts!" Didn't faze me, though. I was amazed at how easy it was to grab something and hold on like that. So, I tested this new found skill a bit later on with a new toy that grandma bought me. Every time I touched it, it played music and lit up! I also picked up this cold toy that the rents keep stuffing in my mouth and I did it myself...enjoying its frosty goodness at my own leisure. Oh man, how cool. Today I found my hands...and I think I'll be using them alot!

Hudson

We're Rollin'

Hey all, Hudson here. 

It's seems all of my friends have been blogging lately. Ella VW has been a staple on the blog scene her whole life -- and now Lillian B is out there, too. 

Me? I've been a little busy lately, but I'm on it now. Give me a little time to catch up. In a nutshell, I'm almost 4 months old now. Hardly born yesterday. I've been drooling and spitting and eating and pooping and peeing and laughing and sleeping a lot...Now I'm honing my rolling over technique. I do it, but sometimes it takes a little too much effort and I don't really feel like wasting all that playtime energy on trying to impress the rents. So, I do it when I feel like it. It's actually extremely fun watching them cheer me on and showing me off and making a fuss, and then I don't perform. Classic! 

What else? Oh..this first pic I'm posting of myself was taken by my buddy Dave Toth. He takes pictures for a living. Visit him at davidtothphotography.com and tell him I said what's up. 

I think for now that's it. I'm starving...I'm outta here. Later.

Hudson